To be without loyal allies was a state familiar to her -- though she knew if they could only get near enough to Caer Glaem she might count upon Ser Loras or Lord Renly. But it was foolish to ask them to come a-hunting now, when she could barely tell them where exactly she was. And it would take them near as long as -- oh, if only they had horses.

Sansa walked in silence for the next hour with still no sight of water. Soon, she hoped. Soon. Perhaps it was desperation for distraction or simple thirst that drove her to be honest, but she found herself finally breaking the wordless wall between them with a simple miserable statement: "I made Arya angry."