"Mayhaps you can use magic, brother?" Arya fidgeted. After the revelation of his parentage in the crypts, she had hesitantly told them a chilling tale of her perilous journey from King's Landing to Winterfell, afraid that he or Sansa would reject or avoid her for what she had become. Naturally, neither of them gave a rat's ass about Arya training to be an assassin or murdering Freys and the such. She was back home, and that was enough.