BERIC DONDARRION

Arya didn't believe them when they told she looked like Lyanna come again.

Beric had predicted she would grow up to be just as beautiful and wild and enchanting as her fabled aunt.

Arya promptly told Lord Dondarrion that Thoros must have forgotten to bring his sense back with the rest of him.

But the one-eyed leader of the Brotherhood Without Banners just chuckled. "That boy would follow you through the seven hells and back again, without so much as a hesitation. I reckon he's already come close."

Arya followed Dondarrion's gaze to see Gendry, bare-chested and grimy, hammering away at an anvil, like when they were prisoners at Harrenhall.

"I'm his closest friend, the only family he's ever known."

"No. You're the girl he'd die for. He's in love with you, even if he hasn't figured it out yet. But he will." He studies the girl in front of him. "Men loved Lyanna, and they died for her too."