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“The memory of her laughter warmed him on the long ride north.”

“He remembered suddenly how he used to muss Arya’s hair. His little stick of a sister. He wondered how she was faring. It made him a little sad to think that he might never muss her hair again.”

“She looked plump as she crouched there, but most of that was layers of fur and wool and leather. Underneath all that she could be as skinny as Arya.”

“She wondered if he would still call her “little sister.” I’m not so little anymore. He’d have to call me something else.“

“Jon had never met anyone so stubborn, except maybe for his little sister Arya. Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? “

“She punched him. "That's vile. Would you bed your sister?" "Longspear's not your brother.”

“They would wash the one and comb the other, he did not doubt, but he could not imagine Arya in a wedding gown, nor Ramsay Bolton’s bed.”

“I have no sister.” The words were knives. What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?

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