[Arya can feel her heart racing so hard it threatens to beat out of her chest. She can hear the zombies thudding at the door, bone and flesh scraping against the wood. It dies down soon enough, but she doesn't feel safe just yet.]
I'm fine. [Really not true, but she needs to hear herself say it, to try and make it so.] Are you all right?
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I'm fine. [Really not true, but she needs to hear herself say it, to try and make it so.] Are you all right?