[ Arya startles. Even Nymeria seems concerned. Arya takes a step, then another, then another, then another until she is finally in front of Dany. She kneels down. Encircling Dany's wrists, she raises her arms so Arya can grab her hands. She turns them over to look at the scrapes. She brushes the dirt and small rocks off and kisses the broken skin of Dany's palms. Her expression twitches between nothing and a broken attempt at a smile. Her voice is a light rebuke. ]
You ought be more careful. Here's a bad place to fall. And you can't fly.
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You ought be more careful. Here's a bad place to fall. And you can't fly.