He walked toward the hallway, his back to her.
Arya sat alone at the kitchen island, staring at the plate in front of her. She picked up her fork again and poked at her food. Then she muttered under her breath, "Sit on my face, he says. Taint my soul. Idiot."
But despite herself, she smiled.
And for the first time in a long while, it felt real.
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Juan stepped out of the hospital room quietly, the soft sound of beeping machines echoing. After her had left Arya in the dining, the freshened up and then decided to check on Belle. Her surgery had been scheduled to take place already and she had gone through it.
He paused for a second, looking over at the nurses’ station down the hall, then let his eyes drift toward the long, empty corridor. Everything was quiet and peaceful
