"She is. And Jon." She ruffles his hair, not unlike how Jon would do if he were here. For now, it was just the two of them and his chair with wheels. She would let Sansa or Jon explain their aunt to him. Arya still was rather sour about their first meeting. She tried not to let it show on her face, lest he came to the wrong conclusion.

Focusing on wheeling him off of the beach and into town, Arya put a bit more effort into the chair, due to the sand. It clung to the wheels and it clung to her shoes. She wouldn't have trouble navigating once they were away from the beach. She let him ask questions while she wheeled him along, navigating until they found Sansa's residence. Getting him upstairs would be trickier. She hadn't thought of that.