[ Sandsilk pants are the only things that save her knees, but her hands suffer greatly and they throb painfully as Arya brushes off the dirt and rocks. She sobs again, hands trembling under Arya's kisses. Never since her marriage has she felt so small, so weak, like naught but a child. ]
I thought ─ [ The words refuse to come and Dany summons as much as strength as she can to pull her hands free, only to wrap her arms around Arya tightly. Mumbling apologies in her hair, she shouldn't have run, she shouldn't have left her behind, I'm sorry I'm sorry. ]
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I thought ─ [ The words refuse to come and Dany summons as much as strength as she can to pull her hands free, only to wrap her arms around Arya tightly. Mumbling apologies in her hair, she shouldn't have run, she shouldn't have left her behind, I'm sorry I'm sorry. ]