Arya quickened her movements, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each passing moment – she was scared… Walter had always been a pillar for her to lean back on, he had always been a pillar that was there for her when she needed him, whether it was on advice or even friendly banter, he always seemed to have a comeback for everything.
The rain had begun… descending and pounding against the ground heavily, but despite being soaked by the rain, Arya didn't deter or hesitate for one moment. She kept running as fast as her legs could take her, occasionally leaping forth with bursts of white flames which helped her close the distance easier.
