[ Of all the people Sansa had expected to see, Arya was not one of them. Not even close. She doesn't even hear her approach. Just stills at the sound of that voice. She turns slowly and the flowers fall from her hands. She blinks several times - and not simply in an attempt to clear tears welling in her eyes. ]
Are you?
[ She covers her mouth, choking out, ]
Arya.
[ This couldn't be real. it was simply another dream she would wake up from. ]
no subject
Are you?
[ She covers her mouth, choking out, ]
Arya.
[ This couldn't be real. it was simply another dream she would wake up from. ]