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- arya is my little lad,
- but she might totally do just that,
- either way someone is getting punched,
- polly is always super effective,
- poor choices are made by other people,
- she might not feed kylar to nymeria,
- she will look after her little lads,
- taking care of little lads is tough work,
- teaching lads the finer points,
- welp,
- would prefer to quit her day job
❡ 007 spam/video
spam - arya.
[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.]
video.
[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.]
[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.]
video.
[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.]
spam.
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.]