Arya nodded, thinking already of how to get a hold of a scrap of leather for her direwolf's neck. She looked quite content with this idea, of being important enough to hold a key to something so important as this. She looked towards the mirrors one last time before racing through one with a laugh, coming out the other side still laughing.

She looked at him as she came to a stop in front of him. "I'm going to go find something to tie it to Nymeria's neck. But later we should try throwing a ball through it." Like the strangest game of catch.