[She's not disappointed. Sansa has hardened in many ways since she last saw Arya, but in many other ways, she's still just a sometimes-fussy, often-frightened girl. There's some change, in that her look of disgust is much milder than it probably would have been a year ago, but that's more because she's better at hiding it than she once was.]
[Pigeons are fine. In pie.]
Arya...
[There are a lot of different tones mingling into her voice, there. Pity, guilt, and just a touch of that scolding scorn of old, as though she can't quite believe any sister of hers would do anything so wild.]
[She sniffs, and, in the absence of a handkerchief, dabs delicately at her eyes with the cuff of her sleeve.]
Did they... [She lowers her voice, looking almost as though she's afraid they might be overheard, although nobody else is in the room.] They didn't hurt you, did they? [The thought of her sister, her little sister - even if she's not so little now - all alone with the kind of ruffians who are sent to the Wall; the thought of her sister eating pigeons in Flea Bottom; the thought that her sister might even have been there in the riots, in the Battle of the Blackwater, without even the pyrrhic protection of the Lannisters...]
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[Pigeons are fine. In pie.]
Arya...
[There are a lot of different tones mingling into her voice, there. Pity, guilt, and just a touch of that scolding scorn of old, as though she can't quite believe any sister of hers would do anything so wild.]
[She sniffs, and, in the absence of a handkerchief, dabs delicately at her eyes with the cuff of her sleeve.]
Did they... [She lowers her voice, looking almost as though she's afraid they might be overheard, although nobody else is in the room.] They didn't hurt you, did they? [The thought of her sister, her little sister - even if she's not so little now - all alone with the kind of ruffians who are sent to the Wall; the thought of her sister eating pigeons in Flea Bottom; the thought that her sister might even have been there in the riots, in the Battle of the Blackwater, without even the pyrrhic protection of the Lannisters...]