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THE MOTHERFUCKING TEST DRIVE MEME RIDES AGAIN.

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That's a stupid name.

[They're wolves, not cats. Cats are cowardly and easy to catch. Cats don't have packs, and they don't hunt. I could wear a cat's skin, but I wouldn't be a cat--he isn't a direwolf, either, not for true, but he could be.

But he's determined to be helpful, so Arya will remember who she really is. She remembers now, he knows she does, but she must say it so it becomes true. I will help her.]

You can wash her at the showers. They don't mind if we bring the direwolves in to wash them. [And he lets go of Arya's sleeve, if only so he can touch the side of Nymeria's face, carefully.] Will you stay with her?

That's my mother's name.

[ She has a half a mind to push him again. She doesn't, but the desire remains.

The question draws her up short. She's not supposed to keep anything. They're not thieves and they have nothing theirs. She keeps her hand on Nymeria's face and for the briefest moment she thinks she is looking at herself. The wolf is angry—and alone. ]

She's mine [ she says finally. It's quiet, testing how the words feel. The second time she is sure. ] She's mine. I'll keep her.

Cat is Arya Stark's mother.

[He corrects her, stubbornly, but he drops his hand as he watches her study Nymeria. What does she see when she looks at her direwolf? How quickly could she learn to wear Nymeria's skin?]

There is a garden with places to hide--only it's larger than a garden, so large it's nearly like a forest, but indoors. My friend Nill and I might make a godswood. Nymeria would like it there--you could keep her there. I won't tell anyone.

[ That earns him another hair pull. Sharply this time. ]

…What's there to hunt?

[He pulls a face at her as he tries to twist away.]

You have to be careful. There are only insects that naturally live on this ship. The animals all belong to people, and they are very protective. Even the chickens.

She has to eat.

There is meat in the kitchens that anyone can take, even for direwolves. When they grow restless, we let them chase one another.

But they cannot hunt. We must be careful.