[Arya's grey eyes hardly budge from the straw dummy, but Nymeria rises to her paws and watches the newcomer suspiciously. The direwolf's head is low, but one ear tilts towards him, listening. The girl stands stiffly.]
Why do you care? None of them are here.
[Those she wants to avenge or the ones she means to kill.]
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Why do you care? None of them are here.
[Those she wants to avenge or the ones she means to kill.]