[ a low rumble leaves the dragon, her head dropping as if satisfied. ]
Thank you, sweetling. [ her voice is only just above a whisper, the fight in her arms reluctantly fading. ] Thank you. [ arya gives her words only, yet they are enough to sooth the burns. enough to satisfy her own anger and hatred for a time. ]
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Thank you, sweetling. [ her voice is only just above a whisper, the fight in her arms reluctantly fading. ] Thank you. [ arya gives her words only, yet they are enough to sooth the burns. enough to satisfy her own anger and hatred for a time. ]