[Kara nods, not pushing the flicker of childish excitement she saw. She's sure she saw it, though, a brief glimpse past the hard shell Arya's put up. She's the personification of "stiff upper lip," and Kara's just glad to peek behind the curtain for even a second.
So, she holds out her hand instead. With the other, she types:] Don't let go.
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So, she holds out her hand instead. With the other, she types:] Don't let go.