Author's Note
I do not own Game of Thrones.
Arya was happier when Sara was around, but that wasn't often. Especially with Jon so sick. Tonight though, she was crouched at the end of Sansa's bed, her dancing grey eyes distant as she listened to Old Nan's story.
And then her face went all funny.
"Sara?" Sansa asked.
"I know it!" Sara cried, and took off from the room.
Arya began to wail again.