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Who: Arya and you!
What: Escaping the clinic
When: Noon-ish.
Where: Lobby/Satis Tower stairwell

[ two days in the clinic is too much for one arya stark. earlier she had shoved her blankets on the floor and dropped down on top of them. gripping them, she had given the end to nymeria for the direwolf to pull her out.

the plan had worked. until they came to the stairs. nymeria has enough strength to pull her up. she also has enough strength to pull arya's arm out of its socket. arya had struggled up two of them herself before sinking on them, breathing hard and sweating copiously. a week asleep and her legs refuse to work right. even her arms feel weak. she feels weak. she hates it. she hates the castle for changing her. and she hates the fucking stairs.

with no journal on her to call someone, she stays at the bottom of the stairs, the blanket pooled around her legs. nymeria lies on the floor, blocking the entire way, panting heavily. to make it look planned, arya makes herself comfortable and even sings a few verses of queen nymeria's song as she picks things out of nymeria's fur.

pajamas and blankets are totally the fashionable look, man. ]