Arya returned to her chair and said, “I grow tired apprentice and must meditate.”
She reached out taking her walking stick in hand, reality bubbling around her and the old crone was as she was before. She cackled lightly, “Make your peace with the time you have left… I suggest patience, the pieces are moving into place. There will be much suffering before the end, but there is a chance we could survive.”
“Attend me, and push me to the meditation chamber.”