[ Arya is too stiff with shock to respond at first but it's the smell of her - clean, thick hair and sweet breath - that snap Arya's arms up and around her sister as though she might be snatched away just as quickly as she'd appeared. It's a strong embrace, perhaps a little too strong until Arya realizes the fear with which she's clutching her and consciously relaxes her arms around the delicate rib cage. Sansa is crying, she realizes, and Arya breaks away and holds her at arms length to get a proper look at her.
Gods, she's... shorter than her. Only by a hair or two, it seems, but Arya has never before been able to look her older sister in the face at a relative height. Her perception of the room and her own size seem to be swimming because of it.
It's a lucky thing she's already spoken to Jon, but she'd been convinced it had been a trick of memory. This, she's forced to accept as she stares, is something else entirely. ]
No one's killed me!
[ There's a note of irritation in her voice because Arya doesn't understand what's going on and Sansa is crying and that is not helping! It's also making her tear up as well, which only makes her more indignant. ]
Gods, Sansa, stop! Don't you... [ But Arya shakes her head, finally releasing her sister's arms. ] You don't remember any of it either, do you?
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Gods, she's... shorter than her. Only by a hair or two, it seems, but Arya has never before been able to look her older sister in the face at a relative height. Her perception of the room and her own size seem to be swimming because of it.
It's a lucky thing she's already spoken to Jon, but she'd been convinced it had been a trick of memory. This, she's forced to accept as she stares, is something else entirely. ]
No one's killed me!
[ There's a note of irritation in her voice because Arya doesn't understand what's going on and Sansa is crying and that is not helping! It's also making her tear up as well, which only makes her more indignant. ]
Gods, Sansa, stop! Don't you... [ But Arya shakes her head, finally releasing her sister's arms. ] You don't remember any of it either, do you?
[ How could she? This Sansa is a child. ]