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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. >|]

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[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'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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