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[ Arya doesn't know what led her here this afternoon. She has never been particularly religious. But that friend of her mother's said she was welcome here if she needed an escape from the castle and she really needed one. She isn't sure what she expected, but the simplicity of the building is a relief. Everything has been so complicated lately, simple is good. She hesitates at the door, wondering if she should knock. Finally, she just pulls it open and steps inside.

It reminds her of a sept somewhat. It has the feel of one. The Seven aren't on the walls here, but there are other figures. Like the sept, it's quiet. Arya bites her lower lip. It feels wrong to call out. She sits gingerly on a back pew instead. She's not much given to prayer, but in the silence she prays now. In case the Seven can still listen, in case the Old Gods can still see, she prays to both.

When she's done, she remembers her rules. Arya slides her journal out from where she pinned it against her with her jerkin. Still sitting on the pew, she lets it fall open on her lap and filters quickly to her mother. ]

[ Catelyn Stark ]
I'm in town. I'll be back soon.

[ With that filter out of the way, she stares at a blank page for a while. Jon was always the brother she loved best. He's the one she could tell anything to. She hates feeling so unsure about him, but after what she was told, she doesn't know if she wants to know more or if he will even tell her. You're being stupid, she chides herself and makes the filter before she can think twice. ]

[ Jon Snow ]
Could you come into the town? I'm in the church here. I want to talk to you.

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[ She wrinkles her nose at the lady bit. ]

I don't want to be a lady.

[Cat's too relieved to have her here to argue the point thoroughly, honestly.]

A young woman, then.

[ It's better. She fiddles for a bit before mentioning the other person at the church. ]

I saw Sansa as well.

[She hesitates, her breath catching in her throat at the name.]

Did she speak to you?

Yes. She still doesn't want anyone to use her real name.

[ Punching Sansa can only help at this point. Really. ]

[Don't think Cat isn't tempted to let her.]

I think...we must be patient with her.

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How much more patient?

[A slight smile at that. Arya never has been the best at patience.]

I can't say. I only think...if we press the matter too quickly, we will drive her further away.

[ She pouts at a wall, arms crossed in front of her chest. ]

We can't force her, Arya. I hope...[She falters a little] I hope we mean enough to her that she will come around.

I guess.