She remembered what Yoren had said, the day he had hacked off her hair. This lot, half o’ them would turn you over to the queen quick as spit for a pardon and maybe a few silvers. The other half’d do the same, only they’d rape you first. Only Gendry was different.
do not call me m’lady!
as m’lady commands
“I know my courtesies, m’lady,” Gendry said, stubborn as ever. “Whenever highborn girls came into the shop with their fathers, my master told me I was to bend the knee, and speak only when they spoke to me, and call them m’lady.”
“If you start calling me m’lady, even Hot Pie is going to notice. And you better keep on pissing the same way too.”
“As m’lady commands.”
Arya slammed his chest with both hands. He tripped over a stone and sat down with a thump. “What kind of lord’s daughter are you?” he said, laughing.
“This kind.” She kicked him in the side, but it only made him laugh harder.
Am i fighting someone?
You’re practicing for a fight, you should practice right
She remembered what Yoren had said, the day he had hacked off her hair. This lot, half o’ them would turn you over to the queen quick as spit for a pardon and maybe a few silvers. The other half’d do the same, only they’d rape you first. Only Gendry was different.

‘Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.’

And death is at your doorstep,
And it will steal your innocence,
But it will not steal your substance
- Timshel (Mumford and Sons)

Mordane: Go back to your room, bar the doors and do not open them for anyone you do not know
Sansa: What is it? What’s happening?
Mordane: Do as I told you, run!
Syrio: Be gone now Arya
Arya: Come with me, run
Syrio:The first sword of Braavos does not run … What do we say to the god of death?
Arya: Not today
Syrio: Go