In the time away from her, Arya had come to appreciate her sister. They might never see eye to eye on some things, but at the same time, those differences could be strengths, were strengths on the sheer proof that they both yet lived.

And with all she's seen? The idea of her brother returning from the dead was not something she'd doubt, even if the idea that he would have to die to return wouldn't sit well with her.

"You've been here a while then?" She guessed as much anyways, to have found a place for he and Sansa, and now for her as well. Not that she would complain, it was a relief to know someone who might have even a bit better an idea of what was happening than she did. "Won't Sansa be surprised to see what you've brought home today."