“I’m not quite sure yet. Still getting there myself. Focusing on something helps, like training.” Arya answered honestly, folding her hands behind her back. She’d been training near constantly for the last few weeks, partly in preparation for what they still had to face, and partly to distract herself from the memories of happier times that haunted their home still.
Sansa's brow furrowed, and she studied her sister's inscrutable face with a little frown. "You're home, Arya," she said gently. "What are you training for?" Things could happen here, of course, she knew that, but surely whatever happened, they were well-defended within the walls of Winterfell.