[ She lets him go on ahead and then follows after. As easy as it would be to catch up, she lets the distance between them stretch. She wants to pull out her wings again if only because she knows they bother him. (Something she doesn't quite understand. The wings aren't bad; Arya finds them pretty. They're the only pretty thing about her.) She finally decides against it. Her hand starts twisting the bracelet around before she remembers the reprimand and lets go. ]
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