A record of the truth

"Brynn, just how?" "How are you alive?"

"It's a long story, Ayra, and it’s so good to see you after all these years." I’m sorry we have to meet under these harsher circumstances; what happened to you wasn’t fair.

"And you didn’t even hesitate to save me?" Arya asked, a little perplexed by how Brynn bravely helped her, and a sting of anxiousness swallowed her whole after she thought about how jealous she was when Brynn was in the picture.

Now that Brynn was the one who saved her from the perpetrator's hand, she felt dizzy just thinking about it. "Are you alright?" Brynn asked, immediately leaping forward to help Arya sit up on the bed. "Here, have this cool water and medicine for your headache," Brynn insisted.

Arya took the water slowly, but her gaze hadn’t left Brynn; it couldn’t; she still didn’t understand how Brynn was alive and well, more than well.

"Where am I?" "And how-how are you alive?" "I heard from the pack that you were dead; Damon told me you were dead; were you just pl