"Arya! Over it!"

A brittle parched laugh. Sansa wiped sweat from her brow and glanced nervously at the way he walked. He seemed unstable. If they were attacked now, she doubted he'd be able to stand. And so she very nearly suggested they rest. Only...only they needed water more than rest and the latter could come once the former was found.

"She holds grudges. She always did," Sansa said -- sounding a lot as though she possessed a few of her own.