Arya thought that she must have blacked out for a few moments. Things felt like they were coming in short bursts. She groaned, trying to scramble away only to bite back on another scream at the pain in her chest. Her ribs, maybe--it felt like she'd been kicked like a horse, except she hurt everywhere. "Fucking shit," she hissed. "Fuck." She clutched her arms to her chest and shook her head. If she was hurt, she'd be noticed. Being noticed was bad. "I'm fine," she tried to say, though it came out strained. She repeated it, trying again to get to her feet.