Arya grabs his arm. Her grip is still solid; her clothes remain unaffected. But it's already crept up her neck. Whatever is behind her grows clearer as her head begins to disappear too.
Feeling strange, Arya cups his face. ]
It's fine. It doesn't hurt. I'm sorry. I don't think I can keep my promise.
[ When she disappears entirely, the feel of her does too. The clothes collapse in a heap, a bracelet and a crystal in their midst. ]
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Arya grabs his arm. Her grip is still solid; her clothes remain unaffected. But it's already crept up her neck. Whatever is behind her grows clearer as her head begins to disappear too.
Feeling strange, Arya cups his face. ]
It's fine. It doesn't hurt. I'm sorry. I don't think I can keep my promise.
[ When she disappears entirely, the feel of her does too. The clothes collapse in a heap, a bracelet and a crystal in their midst. ]