[ Violet eyes flick up to him as if seeing him properly, not caught in a haze of time or wildness. They look so clear.

Arya was the only name she remember, the only face she recounted in her dreams, she was determined to cling to her face and her name as she clung to her direwolf of a night. ]

Arya's alive? She's alright?

[ Alright might not be the right word and she knows it. Nymeria would not have acted like she did if nothing at all happened to the girl. ]

I thought ─ [ She was dead. ] Something happened, I know, we know, Nymeria felt it. Tell me Zelos, what happened to her, why didn't she come and find us?