Arya reluctantly slows down, but only a little. She was still getting used to the novelty of the amount and variety of food available here, and wanted to get as much as she could inside her to regain some of her strength before it was taken away from her. She'd been warned she wouldn't get anything like this once she got into the Arena.
She looks rather disappointed at Clara's answer. She knew that she wasn't exactly the strongest participant, and had hoped that there'd be a specific plan she could follow to stay alive. She'd been forced to improvise since she left King's Landing, but there was a difference between doing so to keep her head down and remain unnoticed and stay alive, and to do so to actively win this. She's been told that the people who lose come back to life here in the Capitol, but that's something she's rather afraid of: she'd seen how worn out Beric Dondarrion had been from his multiple resurrections and had decided it wasn't for her, even if she still selfishly wished that she could use the same magic to bring back her father and mother and Robb. Besides, Syrio and Jaqen had instilled in her that death was something permanent and not to be taken lightly. Everything here seemed to go completely against that, and she felt very uneasy about it.
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Arya reluctantly slows down, but only a little. She was still getting used to the novelty of the amount and variety of food available here, and wanted to get as much as she could inside her to regain some of her strength before it was taken away from her. She'd been warned she wouldn't get anything like this once she got into the Arena.
She looks rather disappointed at Clara's answer. She knew that she wasn't exactly the strongest participant, and had hoped that there'd be a specific plan she could follow to stay alive. She'd been forced to improvise since she left King's Landing, but there was a difference between doing so to keep her head down and remain unnoticed and stay alive, and to do so to actively win this. She's been told that the people who lose come back to life here in the Capitol, but that's something she's rather afraid of: she'd seen how worn out Beric Dondarrion had been from his multiple resurrections and had decided it wasn't for her, even if she still selfishly wished that she could use the same magic to bring back her father and mother and Robb. Besides, Syrio and Jaqen had instilled in her that death was something permanent and not to be taken lightly. Everything here seemed to go completely against that, and she felt very uneasy about it.
"I'll need more than that. Luck doesn't like me."