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Sansa had had enough, she'd woken up as Arya again when she knew fine well that it had only lasted two days last time. She didn’t care how good a job Susan was doing taking care of her baby, she wanted it back. It was hers and Kialan’s and she shouldn’t be apart from it. Sansa thought she would have cried if she was herself but instead Arya’s body wanted to hit something or shout and it took all her energy to stop herself from doing so.
As if being separated from your unborn child wasn’t enough to upset anybody. Arya’s body was impossible to take care of as well, it got dirty all the time no matter how careful Sansa was. She’d found perfectly good dresses in the clothes box and they’d all ended up ripped. She couldn’t sew but she could climb trees. More to the point she wanted to climb trees! And play with swords.
In fact as little as Sansa liked it, she found herself standing on the beach waving Arya’s sword about and swiping at the air in frustration. Even more annoyingly from Sansa’s limited understanding of this subject, Arya really was good at it.
As if being separated from your unborn child wasn’t enough to upset anybody. Arya’s body was impossible to take care of as well, it got dirty all the time no matter how careful Sansa was. She’d found perfectly good dresses in the clothes box and they’d all ended up ripped. She couldn’t sew but she could climb trees. More to the point she wanted to climb trees! And play with swords.
In fact as little as Sansa liked it, she found herself standing on the beach waving Arya’s sword about and swiping at the air in frustration. Even more annoyingly from Sansa’s limited understanding of this subject, Arya really was good at it.