Arya couldn't contain her excitement. Jon was alive, Nymeria was too and they were both back with her. She had Jack, and Dae and Mouse and the other kids and now, Jon and Ghost and Nymeria and even the little man who she found rather funny. She could never imagine she'd be so fortunate after so much bad has happened. If only she had her brother back with her everything would be better, she'd feel strong again. She still worried about her brother but she felt hopeful now, hopeful he might still be alive. If Jon came back then maybe Robb could too, she truly hoped so.
Jack led her back into the little home and Dae rushed to them from the kitchen. She seemed so worried but Arya just couldn't stop smiling, she hadn't been this happy in a long time. She didn't even mind staying quiet as Jack explained to Dae where they'd been. Yet even in her happiness she heard the distaste in Dae's voice and her body language once Jack got to the part about Tyrion being a noble. It was like she hated him, she's never even met him. In truth Arya just met him but he was smart, and funny, plus Jon liked him so how bad could he have been? It seemed to be the fact that he was noble which didn't make any sense. She was a noble and Dae liked her.
"What's wrong with nobles?"
Arya asked, folding her arms over her small chest but they ignored her as Jon, Tyrion and the wolves came in. Jon and Dae seemed weird as soon as they looked at each other. Jack asked her if she knew what was going on but Arya just shrugged being as confused as he was.
"Well, Dae doesn't trust nobles, royals...they haven't exactly been kind to us, so Jon, she doesn't know your royal, she knows that Tryion is of some sort of nobility, and honestly, one's enough for now. We'll tell eventually."
Jon shot Tyrion a look of confusion but the little Lannister just shrugged and beckoned for him to follow. Jon hoped Tyrion would know what to say to this sister of Jack's because Jon was an awful liar. He stepped into the tiny home to find walls lined with books and divergent hallways where the separate rooms were housed. There was a warmth to the home that was comforting and inviting, despite being underground.
"Jon, Tyrion, this is my sister, Dae."
Jon looked up and his eyes found a dream. His mind flashed back to that three eyed raven and the woman in the forest, the one who brought the sun back to him. She had reminded him what warmth felt like when he was so cold. He couldn't help but stare, she was more beautiful in real life. Yet he had no idea of how he could have dreamed of her, he'd never met her before but here she was. She was standing right in front of him.
"You're real..."
Jon said in awe. Tyrion furrowed his brow in confusion as he turned around and looked up at his companion who apparently had given leave of his senses. Jon was out of it, Tyrion shook his head and took a step forward.
"Yes Jon, we're all very real."
He said as if he was speaking to a slow child before extending his hand to Dae politely.
"We are in your debt not only for taking us in but for housing and caring for my associates kin. Truly, you have our thanks. I am Tyrion Lannsiter, of Casterly Rock and brother to the King of Seabel. This is...."
Jon was still in a daze so Tyrion snapped his fingers to get his attention.
"Jon, don't be rude. Introduce yourself."
Jon blinked as if from a dream but cleared his throat, still struggling to take his eyes off the suntanned beauty before him.
"I uhhh... I'm Jon... Jon St-"
He began before Tyrion cut him off.
"Snow. That's Jon Snow, he's little Arya Snow's older cousin. He's a skilled swordsman I recently hired since coming North but.. now it seems Lannister, Snow, swordsman or nobleman we're all just refugees thanks to The Fiery Hand."
Arya arched her eyebrow having no idea what's going on but said nothing. Jon blinked and looked down, his mind still reeling.