[She drops her eyes, hands toying with the cloak, staring at it like she can find the answer there.]

She's annoying. And she liked dumb songs, like Jonquil with flowers in her hair, and the Bear and the Maiden Fair. [The annoyance in her voice isn't for Sansa, though; it's not even really annoyance, but something else more painful that she doesn't want to put a name to.]

She's good at sewing, and singing, and being a stupid lady. She's nothing like me. [But she's my sister. Arya bites her lip.]