[ Arya successfully shoves her sideways, but the light goes with her. Of course it does, given that it flares from her palm. The Inquisitor catches her balance, looking wildly to see what had bumped her, and though she calms a little to see a relatively familiar face, the memories take some time to piece themselves all back together. ]
... It's all right. [ No, it isn't, but she has to say that. If she can convince the girl, maybe she can convince herself. ] It-- [ But she's thwarted by her own expression as she winces, the pain like a fire in her veins. ] ... It's all right.
[ Repeat it. Say it until it's true. ]
Don't get too close. [ Cecily repeats solemnly, holding her affected hand away from Arya. ] It might hurt you.
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... It's all right. [ No, it isn't, but she has to say that. If she can convince the girl, maybe she can convince herself. ] It-- [ But she's thwarted by her own expression as she winces, the pain like a fire in her veins. ] ... It's all right.
[ Repeat it. Say it until it's true. ]
Don't get too close. [ Cecily repeats solemnly, holding her affected hand away from Arya. ] It might hurt you.