[ Without apology, she moves a little closer to Zelos so she can lie down on her side and pillow her head on his thigh. Arya tries to keep the contact to the barest minimum so he does not push her off. Her eyes remain on the door.
Having someone helps. But still a terrible feeling seizes her and she has to stop herself from running out to find Robb herself.
She no longer sleeps without him. Many times a night she wakes in the grip of a nightmare and can only breathe again to the sound of his heartbeat under her ear. If she could, she would remain abed forever with her brother's hand on her hair. They could both sleep and dream inside their wolf skins. They could race through the woods and hunt as a pack. No one would go looking for them.
But that's a child's dream. And she's not a child anymore. Children don't kill.
Arya can feel Jaqen's coin against her skin. She touches her tunic where under it rests. Her parted lips mouth the words, valar morghulis, before her hand drifts up and traces her feather through the tunic, warm against her skin. ]
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Having someone helps. But still a terrible feeling seizes her and she has to stop herself from running out to find Robb herself.
She no longer sleeps without him. Many times a night she wakes in the grip of a nightmare and can only breathe again to the sound of his heartbeat under her ear. If she could, she would remain abed forever with her brother's hand on her hair. They could both sleep and dream inside their wolf skins. They could race through the woods and hunt as a pack. No one would go looking for them.
But that's a child's dream. And she's not a child anymore. Children don't kill.
Arya can feel Jaqen's coin against her skin. She touches her tunic where under it rests. Her parted lips mouth the words, valar morghulis, before her hand drifts up and traces her feather through the tunic, warm against her skin. ]