fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (I'll rearrange your bones)
[Sometime after this gem, Arya gets on the network.]

Does a girl have eggs inside her? Chris thinks babies come from eggs. [She sounds like she thinks this is incredibly, incredibly dumb. And she might be wording it to her favor.]

[Open Spam]

[She was stupid, and let herself answer questions publicly. Which means people might know, and try to ask her questions she doesn't want to answer. She hates this flood. It was one of her first, and part of her wants to press a pillow to her mouth and scream. At least it doesn't mean she's spilling her story at will - at least she knows how to avoid it, now.

Maybe she can answer in Braavosi, if someone tries. Maybe that will work.

But she doesn't know. She doesn't know what will work, so she stays in her room and ignores her communicator. But she's learned to hate this small room, and eventually her bladder gets the better of her. She heads for the inmate toilets, and from there she goes to the CES, where she waits for Nymeria to let her in. She doesn't wear the collar Jesse gave her anymore, the one that lets her in whenever she wants - but Nymeria has it, stretched with thread to fit around her thicker neck. When the direwolf shows, Arya disappears into the CES. It's a forest she doesn't recognize, but that's fine. Birds and squirrels can't ask her questions.]

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When at last she slept, she dreamed of home. The kingsroad wound its way past Winterfell on its way to the Wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...But it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.