[It suits her; Arya has never cared for titles, either. All her life, she's been a Lady, but she's never felt like one. Her sister and mother were ladies, but not her.
At the question, she nods, putting one hand on the hilt of her sword - castle-forged steel - and lifting one unzippered side of her hoodie. She doesn't know what sort of metal that is, though she assumes it's steel or iron. She assumes most everything is.
But she reaches out anyway, wrapping her hand around the dagger's hilt, eyes flicking up toward Vin's face to make certain it's all right.]
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At the question, she nods, putting one hand on the hilt of her sword - castle-forged steel - and lifting one unzippered side of her hoodie. She doesn't know what sort of metal that is, though she assumes it's steel or iron. She assumes most everything is.
But she reaches out anyway, wrapping her hand around the dagger's hilt, eyes flicking up toward Vin's face to make certain it's all right.]