[She thinks of Amory Lorch, who led an attach on her and the others when she was pretending to be a boy. She thinks of the Tickler, who she watched torture a dozen people on the way to Harrenhal. She thinks of the Hound, who bound her up in blankets so she wouldn't run. She thinks of Gendry and Hot Pie, who didn't hurt her at all except by leaving.]
No one hurt me.
[Nymeria is enjoying the fields, enjoying running, and Arya wants to go with her, now. She stays rooted in her own skin, jaw clenched.]
spam;
No one hurt me.
[Nymeria is enjoying the fields, enjoying running, and Arya wants to go with her, now. She stays rooted in her own skin, jaw clenched.]