Arya woke up to Alfa staring at her. He had this sad expression, as if he wanted to say something, but was thinking about how.
Arya yawned and sat up in bed. Both looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Alfa finally broke the silence, "Morning, love."
"Morning," Arya replied, then saw that Alfa still had the look. "What's up?" She asked, not knowing if she really wanted the answer.
"It's just... the elders are coming again. They still want to know your answer to the last question they asked you!" Alfa said, his eyes lowered for a moment, then he looked at her, straight into her blue eyes, and said, "I want you to answer them honestly. My father also needs to know how he made people feel. How people still react to his long done violence."
Arya stared at him. She had thought that he would tell her not to say anything or just lie and say she liked everyone and wished everyone a long life. But here he was, saying, "Be honest."
