[ it's days before she dares to try again. her and gendry are taking refuge in a stand of trees while rain falls doggedly down from a grey sky. the hood is up on her cloak and she is dictating to the little locket on her lap -- not trusting herself to try and catch arya's attention with her own wavering voice. ]
I should never have lost my temper. Please, forgive me. I swear the journey is all the harder knowing you must hate me.
Our bird still needs a name. I'm not there to see to him; perhaps you might help me?
[ this is a peace offering -- days late and given out of a selfish desire to not cry every time she tries to fall asleep. ]
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I should never have lost my temper. Please, forgive me. I swear the journey is all the harder knowing you must hate me.
Our bird still needs a name. I'm not there to see to him; perhaps you might help me?
[ this is a peace offering -- days late and given out of a selfish desire to not cry every time she tries to fall asleep. ]