Arya had mellowed out significantly in the last two years, and Shireen still remembered the hellion of a girl with a sharp tongue that had arrived in Winterfell all those years ago. She had even decided to train under her granduncle in the yard in hopes of becoming a knight. But the more time she had spent training with the Blackfish, and more probably Torrhen Flint, the more she had blossomed into the role of a maiden instead.