[Arya follows, silent as a shadow, eyes open. She doesn't want to miss a moment of the last time she'll see Vin.
Her hand settles comfortably on Needle's hilt, and she lengthens her stride until she can catch up, fall in a beat behind her. They don't need to talk. She was one of the few Arya had that with, and she always appreciated it.]
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Her hand settles comfortably on Needle's hilt, and she lengthens her stride until she can catch up, fall in a beat behind her. They don't need to talk. She was one of the few Arya had that with, and she always appreciated it.]