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[ Arya has a pile of clothes on the floor. One by one, she cuts and rips them. Miraculously, not a single dress has fallen victim. That honor fell upon a grey robe of rough spun wool and a fine page's outfit, which bears on its breast the flayed man of Bolton. The flayed man is the first thing she cuts. ]

Friends;
Who's still here?

Rabbit;
Do you have more of those chocolate eggs?

Frodo;
[ She has the ghosts return his cloak to him. ]

You ought have your cloak back.

Zelos;
[ S'up Zelos. This is a home invasion. And by home invasion I mean she's standing on the sidewalk in front of the house long after night fell. ]

Wake up, stupid!

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[She doesn't bother with a reply. Lady is on her heels as she all but runs to find Arya. It's at her door, she dips her head and takes a moment's pause. She knows this can change everything, but she's long thought of Arya. It's been nearly two years. It's that thought which has her nearly bursting through the door.]

[ Nymeria, today, is missing. Arya had gone to the door to wait for Sansa. She's wearing the clothes Lady Smallwood had allowed her, the ones that had belonged to her son. They had appeared as good as new for her. Although she looks better than she had when she arrived, she is still too thin, her eyes almost too big for her face.

If she thought facing her mother intimidating, Sansa somehow feels worse. It's been over a year since she last saw Sansa. She's back to feeling like the ugly little sister except now she knows for a fact she is ugly. She keeps her hands against her sides to hide how rough and hard they are.

She startles back when the door opens, but quickly recovers. She chews on her lip as she waits for Sansa to say something. Anything. ]

Arya. [It comes out almost breathless, just looking at her. Lady comes to smell her cautiously. She wants to ask her if she's well, but the state of her says otherwise. She wants to hug her, glad she's okay, but she just stands still.]

[ Arya scratches Lady behind an ear. ]

I'm sorry, Sansa. [ She's not sure why she's apologizing. She could pick one of many reasons to be sure. She's just too tired to fight now. ]

Why are you apologizing? [She stands opposite of her while Lady gladly takes in the attention.]

What happened?

[ What happened. She wants to laugh. Everything happened. ]

I was on my way to the Twins. The Hound was going to ransom me back to Robb.

Robb? The Hound? You mean Sandor Clegane found you? [She remembers that night, Blackwater. He was in her room, he offered to take her. She freezes.]

Why would he ransom you?

Why else? He wanted gold.

[She dips her head.] The night he left King's Landing, he offered to take me home. Did he tell you?

[ She crosses her arms in front of her chest. ]

He talked about you.

What happened though? [Because she knows she never makes it to Robb. It would have been heard. Still there is no news of Arya.]

We crossed the Trident. [ A shrug and she finds a place to sit. She motions Lady to her. ] And I was here again.

Are you safe-- with the Hound? [She almost does not want to ask it, but she cannot voice anything else. Lady pads forward slowly, head bent for Arya to pet her.]

I guess. He keeps saying he'll kill me if I don't do what he says, but he hasn't done it yet.

[ Which earns him begrudging points. ]

[She remembers the day he caught her coming back from meeting Ser Dantos. She looks back at her sister.]

He has not hurt you then?

Nothing bad. I've had worse.

[She wants to shake her, tell her to tell her what has happened. But she stills.]

I am glad to have you back.

Yes, I can tell. You really show it.

[She straightens.]

I am not sure what to say. [She knows there is more. There has to be. What happened when she left? Arya had said there was a knife to her throat.]

There's not a whole lot to say.

You're safe here now. There is that. [It's quiet though, because she knows how meaningless it is when so much is broken back in Westeros.]

For how long.

[ She doesn't expect an answer. She's a lot more bitter than she was, less willing to believe things would be well. Not when they never were. ]

I ask myself that every day, Arya. [And she did. A lady may have herself armor, but it would not protect her mother and her sister if Boltons, Freys, and Lannisters arrive.]

[ Arya changes the topic abruptly. ]

Have you seen Nymeria?

Has she not come to you, yet?

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