[She can't see anything, but can sense someone close. It had to be the other woman. There's also something... just... there! Her hands reach out fumbling for whatever it is that's being held out to her and Arya's hands close around it. The bottle.
Is this meant to help her? She takes it closer to her face, trying to sniff the open lid but it's nearly impossible to suck in the air through her nostrils to manage it. Arya doesn't like to simply trust a person out of hand, but her options are becoming ever more limited. It is either drink this or suffocate and die. She decides to risk it, taking the bottle to her lips and drinking. It's water! And it feels like the breath of life. Arya can see again and can think.
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Is this meant to help her? She takes it closer to her face, trying to sniff the open lid but it's nearly impossible to suck in the air through her nostrils to manage it. Arya doesn't like to simply trust a person out of hand, but her options are becoming ever more limited. It is either drink this or suffocate and die. She decides to risk it, taking the bottle to her lips and drinking. It's water! And it feels like the breath of life. Arya can see again and can think.
She blinks up at her and mouths 'thank you'.]