[She goes to find Vin after her post to the network. Stop fighting? That isn't the Vin she knows. That is diametrically opposed to the Vin she knows. Riding on Nymeria's back, she holds fistfuls of fur to keep steady, bare feet dangling down on either side. The direwolf still has blood on her muzzle, and Arya has bound the cut on her hand to hide the fact that the blood is her own: she doesn't want anyone who might notice them to think something is off.
On the deck, she stays in the shadows, sliding down from Nymeria's back. She approaches from the side, looking around for anyone who might be watching.]
Vin.
[That is all. She doesn't say it as a question, she doesn't yell it. Come back. This is all a show, and when it's over, it will be just them.]
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On the deck, she stays in the shadows, sliding down from Nymeria's back. She approaches from the side, looking around for anyone who might be watching.]
Vin.
[That is all. She doesn't say it as a question, she doesn't yell it. Come back. This is all a show, and when it's over, it will be just them.]