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If people weren't so clumsy, they wouldn't fall off when we land. Then there'd only be the stupid port-people to deal with. [Why aren't you people lashing yourselves down or something.] It hurt to breathe there. Why?

[Private to Jesse]

Did you go? [Did you die :|]

[Private to Jon]

The maester said he'd bring Nymeria back. [This is way more important than any of that port shit.]

[Private to Viserys]

Do you have a knife yet?

[Filtered to Castiel and Dean]

It was a stupid flood and I think you're both stupid. [Crushes. What are crushes. Humph. >|]

[Spam for Bones]

[She really didn't know what to think of port; it was strange, the people were stranger, and she hated songs and singing more than she ever had when she and Sansa were at Winterfell. It was easier to turn her thoughts to other things: to the promise of her nightwolf being returned to her. Arya made her way down to the infirmary, want waited near the door, slipping around against the wall, just watching for a long while. Watching was always easy, here. It was almost as easy to be unseen as it was on Braavos.

Eventually, though, she saw her warden disappear into his office, and though she waited for him to come out, her impatience got the better of her. She headed for the door, knocking and trying the knob.]

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[She should just leave him alone, pretend she never saw this. It would be kind. Men didn't like to be seen to cry, and they got angry when they we re caught. Or maybe that was just boys, but either way, this was uncomfortable. And the fastest way to get out of it was to leave.

She bit her lip harder, and hesitated.]

Is it because of me? [She didn't try to fix her hair or her clothes - he wasn't her mother, he didn't care about those things - but she did wrap her hand around Needle's hilt, comforting herself.]

[McCoy stared at her, surprised and honestly completely caught off guard by the question. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he really hadn't been thinking about her at all over the last few hours, too busy trying to work with everyone else and feeling like a failure to focus too much about what happened in port.]

What? No. No, why would it- [He trailed off, confused, eying the hand on her sword a little.]

[It wasn't meant to be threatening, but she knows how it can look; so when he looks at her sword, she lets go, ducking her head and staring at the ground.]

Because I killed the man in port. [She wasn't sorry, not even a little bit, but she sounded almost contrite.]

No. No, I'm- [He sighed, feeling really out of practice on comforting a kid, especially considering how Arya wasn't really a kid at all despite her age and the fact that she was definitely kind of acting like one right now.

So he crouched down in front of her so they were more at eye level and carefully put a hand on her shoulder, not really sure if the gesture would be appreciated.]

I'm not mad at you. I'm just upset about some other stuff.

[She glanced at his hand, but didn't pull away from it, because this was just more confusing. If he was upset about her, well - she wouldn't like it, but it would have made sense. Now she just didn't know what to think.]

What stuff?

[He sighed a little again, not really sure how to start explaining it and definitely not really wanting to get into it in the middle of the infirmary in case someone tried calling him away, so instead he gestured with his other hand at the office.]

You want to come in? I can make coffee or tea or... something. [He does not keep watered down wine in his office though so. Sorry about that.]

I'm not thirsty. [Who drinks tea, jeez. But she does walk in, looking behind her at the infirmary, trying to pinpoint what other stuff it might be. She doesn't wait for an invitation, just sits down in the closest chair and stares up at him expectantly.]

[British people, Vulcans, who the fuck knows. McCoy almost wants to start pacing before realizing that would be kind of stupid and just sits down in the chair across from Arya, leaning forward a little to lean his elbows on his knees, not really sure how to start off and wondering how it had gotten this long without telling her about why he was here.]

You know my friend Jim?

[Those weirdos. Arya shrugs one shoulder, glancing toward the door.] He was hurt. [She thinks he's kind of a dick. :v]

[Well. He is. But Bones loves him anyway so.]

Yeah. That's part of the reason I'm here, he's dying back home and I wanted to save him. I was just upset he got hurt again and I couldn't do anything for him.

[But alright, moving on because talking about feelings is dumb.] Sorry. What did you want to talk to me about?

[This is not totally making sense to her.] People die. [Sometimes they die too soon, and then you plot to really kill the fuck out of whoever did them in. She starts chewing her lip again, swinging her legs once before stopping both habits.]

Nymeria?

[Yeah, the casualness with people dying was another reason why he felt ridiculous crying in front of you. :v]

Dammit, right, sorry. [He might have kind of forgotten between port happening and crazy other shit.] Jon suggested I try getting her for you as a puppy, so you could train her to listen to you again. That alright?

[It's only casual when it's someone she doesn't care about. Maybe she should rethink Kirk. If she has to. :\

Her brows furrow at that, and she doesn't know how much she likes that. Nymeria was younger when SHE was younger. Taking her out of time feels...odd. Maybe not wrong, exactly, but...odd.]

Jon thinks it's a good idea?

[He might hate you a little bit so at least the unsure is mutual? :c

It was odd, but better than having a wild wolf on board, considering Bones doesn't really want someone making a fuss and saying she should be taken away after Arya was reunited with her.]

Yeah. He said he and Ghost could give you two a hand if you need it.

[SHE'LL TAKE IT.

And she'll mull that over for a long moment, frowning at the floor. She isn't too sure about this, but what's the alternative? Refusing? No Nymeria, when she knows it's possible to see her again? no. She nods.]

Okay. When?

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[He reached over to his desk to grab his PADD, still feeling a little distracted and tired, but having something to focus on other than what had happened was natural enough that he didn't mind.]

I can put in a request to the Admiral right now, if you want. I don't know when he'll approve it, but it's something.

[She nodded quickly, leaning forward in her seat. She'd have Nymeria back. Maybe.] You'll tell me? If he does? [Though she doesn't think she'd need him to, if Nymeria was here.]

[His mouth quirked into a small smile at that, because why wouldn't he, really.] Of course.

[He typed out and submitted the request, putting the PADD aside for a moment after it became clear this wasn't going to be an instant thing and looked back at Arya.]

Sorry you had to see that. [You know. The crying thing. :v]

[She was practically bouncing in her seat as she waited, half expecting Nymeria to pop into existence there. But she doesn't, and Arya starts to think that maybe she'll be waiting for her in her room. So she jumps up, ready to go, and then stops to look up at McCoy, suddenly solemn.]

I won't tell. [About the crying thing.]

[That actually startled a small smile out of him, appreciating it even if he didn't really know who she'd blab to about it. For a kid, she seemed pretty good at keeping secrets.]

Thanks. You need anything else?

[Arya shakes her head quickly, heading for the door. She's practically bouncing.]

I'm going to go see if Nymeria is waiting for me.

Alright. Let me know how it goes.

[She just flashes a smile and turns to book it out of there. DIREWOLF MORE IMPORTANT THAN WARDEN'S WEIRD FRIENDS.]

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