 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
"I don't know that she's getting soft..." He frowned a little, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and chewing on it lightly in thought. "It's not that. She's, the same. But she's not." Hesitantly he glanced up at Arya, relieved that there wasn't a hint of sympathetic memory in her eyes. "I can't help wonder if it's the way she's always been, just hidden."
Shrugging he dismissed the musings and blinked down at his textbook again. "Would you mind? I've been flipping through and nothing is sticking." It seemed weird asking a fourth year for help in one of his classes but at the same time, it was no where near strange. This was Arya after all.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |