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[Arya knew the man is behind her, but had so far been ignoring him. Hoping perhaps he'd leave her be or he might move on. She needed to know where this led. When he comes up beside her and shows her the message. She squints at it through the dust cloud. It seems an acceptable plan, although Arya much preferred doing things on her own. Her eyes lift to look at him. Over a foot taller than her, but most men were. He's got some amount of authority about him. Arya doesn't care about authority. All the same... company isn't a terrible thing, she supposes. That doesn't mean she won't give him a hard time, however.]

If you're scared, then you're welcome to follow me. I don't mind.