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[indispensible]

James Stark is in a coma.

[She sounds completely unmoved by this. Entirely. (She shouldn't have used his first name. He'd be upset.)]

[She almost hangs up, then:]

Does anyone want to spar?

warden filter

. . . What do you do? When this happens. How do you . . .

[Not go crazy. Not feel guilty.]

What do you do?

open spam } CES

[For anyone who wants to spar, Vin will be in the CES, having Clifford throw large objects into the air for her to fling coins at and shatter out of recognition. The air is full of falling ash, mist curling under her feet, but the trees and the land are green. She doesn't know what to make of it, and therefore doesn't think about it.]

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spam;

[indispensible]

[Vin dodges, but to her own surprise, not by much. Arya is fast - one benefit of her small size, and one that Vin hopes she doesn't lose later in life by growing too tall.]

[Vin is not one to go berserker-happy in the face of a good fight, but approval does glint in her eyes, and the pleasure of good work hard-won.]

Every lesson has made you better.

[She attacks in earnest, then, her blade whistling by Arya's ear.]

spam;

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She doesn't have much time to grin, sucking in a breath instead and dodging to the side. She doesn't swing her knife wildly to block, although at first she wants to: her instincts are getting better, sharper, and she sidesteps instead, blocking the next attack, dodging. She's moving as much as she's making Vin move, and it's not really doing much but tire her out. So she goes on the offensive too, aiming low and close. She's not afraid to get nicked in the fight. She's not afraid to get hurt, and she knows Vin isn't either. It's a dance like she hasn't had since Syrio first taught her to hold a sword.]