[Henry fumbles with the zipper, his body not quite readjusted to fine motor movements just yet. His eyes track Kyubey as he fishes out the water and the journal, handing them to Arya over her shoulder. He has to keep searching for the food.]
What-- [His voice is scratchy. He clears his throat so he can keep the volume down.] What's that?
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What-- [His voice is scratchy. He clears his throat so he can keep the volume down.] What's that?