[ she has half a mind to tear the towel off her and snap it at him. when she jerks away, arya catches sight of the ugly red lines stretching down his neck. her stomach twists. guilt and anger wrestle with the lingering bone-deep lethargy. arya angrily dashes at her stinging eyes before she can cry. ]
Shut up. [ rather than another scream, it comes out as a weak mutter. reflexive reply. she keeps her eyes trained on the water. ]
ONE JOB GMAIL YOU HAVE ONE JOB
Shut up. [ rather than another scream, it comes out as a weak mutter. reflexive reply. she keeps her eyes trained on the water. ]