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[Polly went searching for Arya the moment she had any indication something might be wrong. She didn't panic once she found Arya lying on floor. She simply went down on a knee and gave the girl a few slaps to the face, saying her name. She, of course, didn't stir. So Polly rested her head on the girl's chest to be sure there was still breath and a pulse in her. Both of which she found.]

[She sighed, wishing nothing more than to have Igorina - or even an Igor - around to stitch this up. That would make it certainly easier. The most she can hope is that there's something perhaps that the infirmary can do for her.]

[Polly wasn't keen about having to pick up a severed limb, she did so with a minimal amount of faces and set it on Arya's stomach.]

You're going to have to hold that, [she said, almost a little apologetically before scooping the girl up in her arms.] There's a good lad.

[And without so much fuss, she carried Arya off to the infirmary and sits, waiting for her to regain consciousness.]

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[Polly is seated in the infirmary. Of course keeping a close eye on the girl while she's still unconscious.]

It appears someone's gone and decided to remove a limb from my inmate. I think you ought to know I don't take too kindly to those who might even think to hurt any one of my lads regardless of what your intent was.

[Because Polly's smart enough to deduce this wasn't necessarily malicious given that the wound had been cauterized and she was relatively unharmed.]

I'd suggest doing yourself a favor and turning yourself in. Might be that if you do, I might find myself in a better, more forgiving mood.

[Emphasis on the word might.]

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I will. I will. You have my word on that, lad.

[Polly won't point it out if she does start to cry. As far as she's concerned, even the bravest man would weep over this sort of loss. But it can be fixed in this world even without an Igor or - more preferred - an Igorina about to stitch something together for her.]

Jean will be on her way shortly. But I need you to calm down first and talk to me about what happened. Can you do that? Can you be a wolf right now?

[Tears track down the sides of her face when she opens her eyes, and she feels like a baby, like a useless, stupid baby.

It's a good thing everyone is dead - no one would ransom for her now. She'll never learn to sew straight with one hand. She'll never do anything ever again.]

I don't want to talk!

[She doesn't want to be a wolf anymore, either, without her pack. It's just Chris now; everyone else left her. He'll leave, too, when he sees this.

Digging her right hand into her upper left arm, she chokes on a sob, phlegm catching in her throat.] Talking won't put it back right!

[Arya is beginning to border on the hysterical, but Polly keeps her cool. To a degree. There is only so long that she can maintain something softer and gentler. Polly is angry on Arya's behalf and at herself for not entirely protecting her.]

Arya Stark, enough, [Polly's stern, not allowing for any room for anything beyond adherence.] Right now, I bloody well don't give a damn what you do or don't want to do. Right now, I want to see to it that the arsehole who was stupid enough to harm my lad is dealt with to set things right.

I told you that I would be looking out for you whether you liked it or not and I damn well meant it. So, you best be a smart lad and do as I say because I won't say it again.

Get a hold of yourself and listen to me: you'll get your arm back. I will send for Jean and she'll reattach it. But I'm not budging from this spot until you tell me what happened.

Am I understood?

[If there's any doubt about Polly Perks' rank, it should be quite evaporated by now.]

[It cows her, enough to calm her. She shrinks, but only for a moment, only until that part of her brain that is always paying attention tells her that Polly isn't going to hit her, Polly is going to fix her arm. Eventually. That makes her grit her teeth again, but she wipes her face with her right arm, closing her eyes. She can't make the sadness go away. She can't make the hurt go away. But she can make the fear go.

When she opens her eyes, they are still wet but no longer stinging. She holds her arm close, and doesn't look at hit. It makes her queasy.]

I don't know what happened. I was walking down the hall and then someone hit me. [She's gotten so used to people here thinking of her as untouchable, as out of bounds, and she feels so stupid for it. Just because most of them think I'm a baby doesn't mean they all will. But a sudden memory makes her frown.] I saw someone before. He almost ran into me, I yelled at him.

[So it was a man that did this. It doesn't narrow it down much, but it does eliminate a few potential people. Polly settles back into her seat. The earlier frustration has receded with Arya's cooperation, but she's still firm and solid. She's simply too busy thinking right now to be too terribly frustrated.]

Did you catch a look of his face?

[She doesn't answer at first, looking down at her arm. This wouldn't have happened in Braavos. This wouldn't have happened if the Admiral had left her where she was. She was learning. She would have learned more with Izembaro, whoever he was. She grits her teeth. Valar morghulis. The least she can do is remember.]

Yes.

[Her brow scrunches, nostrils flaring. It swims in front of her eyes, but she digs her fingers into her arms and lets the pain wake her up. The scrunching becomes scowling.]

It was Slevin. [She says it like I'm going to kill him.]

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