Playing the Game of Faces - Make a lie sound like the Truth. - The second, that Arya would ever wonder what it was like to wear all of Sansa’s pretty dresses was hint 1). that she was lying. Of all people, Sansa knows Arya doesn’t want to be a “proper lady”, never has. Arya could have a pretty dress made for her like she had her fine light armor made, if she really wanted. But Sansa still went snooping for some stupid scroll instead of coming to her directly. She doesn’t trust her sister enough to respect her by a direct confrontation. And she really buys that Arya would kill her like Littlefinger implied. (insp.)
While you were off where? Traveling the world?I was training.Training. Well, while you were training, I suffered things you could never imagine.Oh, I don’t know about that. I can imagine quite a lot. (requested by prince-of-legba)
Imagine hating women so much you actually cheer at a couple of men writing one sister bringing up the other sister’s rape, abuse, trauma of losing their family to torment them and later have her threaten to kill her sister and cut off her face.Then to top it all off they also had them argue about who’s trauma is worse instead of actually talking about it and supporting each other which is what actual sisters (or just women in general) would do.
Imagine hating women enough to praise one woman’s character assassination and cheer at another woman being triggered and tormented by her own sister. Can’t relate.
She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her “little sister.” She’d tell him, “I missed you,” and he’d say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.
And Arya… he missed her even more than Robb, skinny little thing that she was, all scraped knees and tangled hair and torn clothes, so fierce and willful. Arya never seemed to fit, no more than he had… yet she could always make Jon smile. He would give anything to be with her now, to muss up her hair once more and watch her make a face, to hear her finish a sentence with him.