[Arya's wandering around the lodge in the blackout, holding a lantern to light the way. Nymeria's close by, as usual. She hasn't really gotten a chance to see who's all attending camp this summer, so she's doing a little investigating. She spots Stiles off by himself, looking like he's talking to himself again. He must be practicing. He's a funny guy - she wonders what he looks like caught off guard. She gets down to Nymeria's eye level, and looks her in the eye. Her command is firm, but not mean.]
Nymeria, stay.
[When it's clear that finally, the wolf is listening to her commands, she begins to creep quietly, quietly towards Stiles. Come on, Arya, she thinks, remember your dancing lessons. Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Slowly, she approaches Stiles...
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Nymeria, stay.
[When it's clear that finally, the wolf is listening to her commands, she begins to creep quietly, quietly towards Stiles. Come on, Arya, she thinks, remember your dancing lessons. Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Slowly, she approaches Stiles...
...and places two hands on his shoulders.]