[ Arya's ministrations sting though she barely flinches, after all that she has been through this pain is nothing. in a way it is almost soothing to be cared for, it furrows her brow briefly before it relaxes again. she was spitting venom before, hissing threats and promises of unimaginable suffering and now - ]
Bad? [ how well she understands that question for it is the same that flits through her own mind, the ghost of a wish left by her stay here. ] No, no it is not. [ she tries a smile, it is small and tired and does not reach her eyes. ]
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Bad? [ how well she understands that question for it is the same that flits through her own mind, the ghost of a wish left by her stay here. ] No, no it is not. [ she tries a smile, it is small and tired and does not reach her eyes. ]