We were standing right next to her, and And– and when we turned around, she’d gone, my lady. She – she was nothing. Some winter town girl. She comes in asking for, uh, Ser Rodrick – and Maester Luwin. And don’t trouble yourself over it, my lady. We’ll – we’ll find her.
She went back to the window, Needle in hand, and looked down into the courtyard below. If only she could climb like Bran, she thought; she would go out the window and down the tower, run away from this horrible place, away from Sansa and Septa Mordane and Prince Joffrey, from all of them. Steal some food from the kitchens, take Needle and her good boots and a warm cloak. She could find Nymeria in the wild woods below the Trident, and together they’d return to Winterfell, or run to Jon on the Wall. She found herself wishing that Jon was here with her now. Then maybe she wouldn’t feel so alone.