[ It couldn't be the star, not when Arya had one of her own that she kept hidden. She hadn't had the heart to return it and now, there was no returning it. Standing next to her brother, she frowns as Jon tries to wake her and it doesn't work, although she's not sure she thought it would. Something is amiss but Arya does not know enough to know what it is, that keeps her sleeping.]
Stiles? [ Arya almost coughs out the name in surprise. How could he know about magic?] He knows about magic?
Aye, he knows magic as well as I know courtly manners. But there ain't no one else I know.
[There had been that witch some time ago, but she'd disappeared and he never heard from her again. So that left Stiles by process of elimination. Which was something of a stretch.]
His healing potions worked well enough. [Jon feels the need to defend Stiles' honor. After a fashion. Either way, he shakes his head.]
He doesn't know Sansa Stark, but he does know Alayne Stone. They are... friends. I think. [He's keeping an eye on that. He likes Stiles well enough, but the idea that he'd try to court the bastard girl he thought he knew feels strange to Jon. Still, he rounds on Gendry as the idea manages to catch up with him.] And everyone in the court has seen that you were stranded far afield with her for some months. You could ask for help on her behalf. [Jon had already been clumsy enough dropping her assumed name to Stiles once, he didn't fancy doing so again when he'd been lucky and no awkward questions had come of their association it in all the confusion.]
You may call him but... [ Arya remembers the words her lord father told her, remembers the guilt that Gendry instilled in her. And despite the fact that she and Sansa were still a bit strained in their relations here, she knew that it was best that she didn't abandon her sister. Not when they didn't know what was wrong with her.] I'm not leaving her alone with anyone.
[ Arya understood now why Sansa had gone by another name, Arya had apparently done the same, for different but similar reasons. But Arya didn't feel frightened like Sansa did, maybe she didn't know better. Maybe she was too immature to realize that she should be, too stubborn to be cautious over a name.]
Bloody hell. [Gendry sighs, a bit defeated. But Jon is right, he does seem the most obvious candidate to see to Stiles. He plucks the locket from around his neck and goes to stand by the window.] Fine. I'll call him.
[ Honestly, they're a bunch of young people trying to deal with something that's way beyond their scope of knowledge. But what Arya does know that she's meant to look after her sister, after failing her the last time.
Although, when Jon thanks Gendry, Arya is prompted to do the same.] Thank you. [ She said quickly, watching as Nymeria tucks her snout beneath Sansa's hand.]
[A few minutes pass off testy conversation. Gendry seems to give up at some point, because Stiles suggests a KISS. But after a bit longer:]
Stiles says we ought to sprinkle her with salt. [He frowns.] Might be best we invite him here. [Even if it would mean explaining away the particularly large room.]
Would you prefer we stay or wait in another room? [Because Sansa wouldn't be alone, she'd be with Gendry. Not that Jon doesn't trust Stiles, because he does, despite Stiles'... everything.]
[ Arya gives Jon a look.] I promised I wouldn't leave her. [ She glances at Gendry before her mouth works a little.] You trust him? Stiles? He won't try anything funny?
Going into another room isn't leaving her. [And certainly not alone, with Gendry standing right there - but it hardly matters, if they're staying. Jon finds himself looking down uneasily at Sansa while they wait for the conversation with Stiles to end, and almost despite himself, he ends up tucking one of the stray bright red hairs that had wandered off across her pillow back into its rightful spot beneath her shoulder.
He can't imagine how he would feel if it were Arya in the bed, unmoving, instead.]
[ Arya wants to remain stubborn.] Why would I go to the other room? Why do we need to pretend anymore? [ Arya still didn't like it, pretending Sansa isn't her sister. They could protect her here. They could.]
don't mind me just going to keep going while gendry's talking, cut back in any time!
Because it's her secret and she wants to keep it. [He hates it, too. She calls him brother now, not half: Jon, not Jon Snow, but before others he must call her a bastard, instead. It feels so wrong.] I'd never tell anyone your secrets. [And he knows that Arya would never tell anyone his.] We should do her that same kindness, whatever her reasons.
[ Arya wants to balk at this, she wants to argue about it but she just presses her lips together after making a sound of disapproval. Jon was right, she'd never tell his secrets nor would he tell hers.]
Fine. [ She trusts Gendry to look after her, after all.] Nymeria is going to stay.
If you want. [Jon probably couldn't move Nymeria without her permission even if he had a mind to, so he just takes Arya's hand and tugs her into the attached parlor room. They're close enough to keep a figurative eye on the matter, still.
Good luck with coming up with a convincing lie, Gendry, no help coming from these assholes!!]
[ Arya goes, begrudgingly, although when Nymeria seems to want to follow--] Stay with Sansa, Nymeria. [ She gives Nymeria a look before Arya gives into Jon's tugs to take her into the other room.]
WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WHATTUP I GOT A BIG... STICK.
[Stiles wasn't really paying too much attention to anything other than the book open on top of the stack he was bringing, staff knocking against walls when he turned too quickly. He looked up to see the door open as promised and came in, eyes already back to his books as he distractedly came into her room.]
Okay, there's something here for causing a deep sleep, so maybe there's something to wake someone up from it. Ooh, here's a stasis spell. I can't do that yet. I brought salt...
[He looked up, giving Gendry a nod as he moved over to the bed. Sansa looked... fine. Better than fine. Pink cheeks and looking like she'd just decided to take a nap. He didn't touch her, figuring that Gendry had already tried the shake and wake attempt and he wasn't sure if Gendry had... ah, designs on her or not and the last thing he needed was a black eye over a misunderstanding. Stupid medieval types.]
Hey. So... yeah. Give me a minute to go through this. Make a ring around her bed with salt and maybe sprinkle some on her hands. Maybe her lips? Anything to try to get it into her or on her to see if it's as simple as just breaking a spell.
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[At least Nymeria was familiar with Stiles, because the wolf seemed to content to stand beside the bed and seem threatening enough that it would be a poor idea for either of them to do anything they oughtn't. His eyes darted in the direction of the parlor, and he nodded. This talk of salt seemed odd, but he wasn't the expert.]
Aye. Do what you have to. Just don't get no ideas of kissing her. The wolf won't much like that.
[He didn't think anything of it since he didn't know Alayne had siblings that might kill him and laugh while they finger painted with his blood, so he moved to slide his books onto the bed beside her, taking out a bit of salt before handing the bag over to Gendry.]
Make a ring. I'll do the bits on her hands and mouth. And no, you jackass, I'm not going to kiss her. Aside from the fact that we're not in love, I generally prefer the girls I'm with to be conscious. Kind of starting to wonder what you think of me, blacksmith boy.
[But he takes the bag and dutifully begins to make a ring around the bed. It seems a waste of salt, though. And what will Sigrid say when she comes in to find this mess?]
Hey, I'm not just a wizard, you know. And they can take that back any time.
[Something he was very aware of. He had no idea if he'd still be able to do magic without the staff or if it got broken, so he was sort of covetous about it. Leave his stick alone, bro.
But he moved to sprinkle a little salt over Sansa's hands, then moved up to open her mouth just a little, drawing back her lower lip to sprinkle a little salt on the inside before closing it. Then he stood back and waited for Gendry to finish.]
[The last of the salt was at the wall because it was truly not possible to form a circle without moving the bed itself from the wall. But he reckoned this should be sufficient for the task.]
Before they do, is there any words you need to say?
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Stiles? [ Arya almost coughs out the name in surprise. How could he know about magic?] He knows about magic?
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[There had been that witch some time ago, but she'd disappeared and he never heard from her again. So that left Stiles by process of elimination. Which was something of a stretch.]
Only problem is, he don't know Sansa Stark.
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He doesn't know Sansa Stark, but he does know Alayne Stone. They are... friends. I think. [He's keeping an eye on that. He likes Stiles well enough, but the idea that he'd try to court the bastard girl he thought he knew feels strange to Jon. Still, he rounds on Gendry as the idea manages to catch up with him.] And everyone in the court has seen that you were stranded far afield with her for some months. You could ask for help on her behalf. [Jon had already been clumsy enough dropping her assumed name to Stiles once, he didn't fancy doing so again when he'd been lucky and no awkward questions had come of their association it in all the confusion.]
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[ Arya understood now why Sansa had gone by another name, Arya had apparently done the same, for different but similar reasons. But Arya didn't feel frightened like Sansa did, maybe she didn't know better. Maybe she was too immature to realize that she should be, too stubborn to be cautious over a name.]
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If Stiles can't fix this, he can't even begin to guess what they'll do.]
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Although, when Jon thanks Gendry, Arya is prompted to do the same.] Thank you. [ She said quickly, watching as Nymeria tucks her snout beneath Sansa's hand.]
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Stiles says we ought to sprinkle her with salt. [He frowns.] Might be best we invite him here. [Even if it would mean explaining away the particularly large room.]
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[He turns away, to finish the message.]
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He can't imagine how he would feel if it were Arya in the bed, unmoving, instead.]
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don't mind me just going to keep going while gendry's talking, cut back in any time!
go gendry go
Fine. [ She trusts Gendry to look after her, after all.] Nymeria is going to stay.
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[Though he really doesn't know how he is going to explain why he would actually be going to Sansa's quarters. Sigh.]
haha omg sorry i got excited
Good luck with coming up with a convincing lie, Gendry, no help coming from these assholes!!]
you have nothing to be sorry for!
WALK INTO THE CLUB LIKE WHATTUP I GOT A BIG... STICK.
Okay, there's something here for causing a deep sleep, so maybe there's something to wake someone up from it. Ooh, here's a stasis spell. I can't do that yet. I brought salt...
[He looked up, giving Gendry a nod as he moved over to the bed. Sansa looked... fine. Better than fine. Pink cheeks and looking like she'd just decided to take a nap. He didn't touch her, figuring that Gendry had already tried the shake and wake attempt and he wasn't sure if Gendry had... ah, designs on her or not and the last thing he needed was a black eye over a misunderstanding. Stupid medieval types.]
Hey. So... yeah. Give me a minute to go through this. Make a ring around her bed with salt and maybe sprinkle some on her hands. Maybe her lips? Anything to try to get it into her or on her to see if it's as simple as just breaking a spell.
It feels like deja vu...
Aye. Do what you have to. Just don't get no ideas of kissing her. The wolf won't much like that.
idk if i should go?? WHATEVER I'M GOING
What does he mean getting ideas of kissing her? And for that matter, how did Stiles find the room so fast? He never heard Gendry give directions.
Suspicious.]
I SAW THAT. YOU CAD
Make a ring. I'll do the bits on her hands and mouth. And no, you jackass, I'm not going to kiss her. Aside from the fact that we're not in love, I generally prefer the girls I'm with to be conscious. Kind of starting to wonder what you think of me, blacksmith boy.
SUCH A FIEND
[But he takes the bag and dutifully begins to make a ring around the bed. It seems a waste of salt, though. And what will Sigrid say when she comes in to find this mess?]
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[Something he was very aware of. He had no idea if he'd still be able to do magic without the staff or if it got broken, so he was sort of covetous about it. Leave his stick alone, bro.
But he moved to sprinkle a little salt over Sansa's hands, then moved up to open her mouth just a little, drawing back her lower lip to sprinkle a little salt on the inside before closing it. Then he stood back and waited for Gendry to finish.]
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