[Even though she'd known Arya was on her way - and of course she'd be silent, here or anywhere else - she's starts at the contact - a little intake of breath as she turns.
Turns, mouth open as if to say something - she knows she can't - but what is there to say, really, when she can bend to wrap her arms around the girl and hold as tight as she's permitted - she doesn't need words or gesture language for this.
Eventually she pulls away, eyes wet, her smile full of joy and relief and only a little sorrow.]
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Turns, mouth open as if to say something - she knows she can't - but what is there to say, really, when she can bend to wrap her arms around the girl and hold as tight as she's permitted - she doesn't need words or gesture language for this.
Eventually she pulls away, eyes wet, her smile full of joy and relief and only a little sorrow.]