[ for all that robb knows it's a lie, its still horrifying to watch nymeria, to watch how grey wind rushes in after her. gendry is bleeding and arya is crying, and they cannot stay any longer. this is their moment. he whistles, high and sharp. ]
Grey Wind! Nymeria! To me, to me.
[ if they don't answer gendry, they'll answer him. and they do, coming with blood-streaked fur, the thing impersonating their mother unmoving on the ground. it turns robb's stomach. ]
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Grey Wind! Nymeria! To me, to me.
[ if they don't answer gendry, they'll answer him. and they do, coming with blood-streaked fur, the thing impersonating their mother unmoving on the ground. it turns robb's stomach. ]
Can you bear her weight?