[The girl is about to just nod and brush on past this stranger without looking, because hey, she has important things to check on here, but then the voice makes her stop dead in her tracks.
And whether she likes it or not, she's entirely Arya again, not Cat of the Canals or anyone else, turning slowly to glance up at this man with an expression like she's seen a ghost. Which, in a way, she has.
Somehow, Eddard Stark has found his way here. And has apparently gotten a haircut. But that isn't important because this isn't possible unless someone is wearing a face and Arya really doesn't want to think about that too much.
She's trying to summon up something to say, but her voice doesn't seem to want to work. Even if it did, she's not sure if she wants to cry out in joy, anger, or horror. As it is, she just backs away from him a step or two.]
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And whether she likes it or not, she's entirely Arya again, not Cat of the Canals or anyone else, turning slowly to glance up at this man with an expression like she's seen a ghost. Which, in a way, she has.
Somehow, Eddard Stark has found his way here. And has apparently gotten a haircut. But that isn't important because this isn't possible unless someone is wearing a face and Arya really doesn't want to think about that too much.
She's trying to summon up something to say, but her voice doesn't seem to want to work. Even if it did, she's not sure if she wants to cry out in joy, anger, or horror. As it is, she just backs away from him a step or two.]