Arya's bat is sick too, and as much as she doesn't want to admit it, she's scared. Scared he'll die, that she's done something wrong in looking after him to make him decline even further, although he was weak when she was given him, and that she'll be all on her own here again. She's brought him up to the roof to see if the night air will make him perk up, holding him high above her head and trying to make him fly.

"They might turn angry once they're stronger." Her tone is half hopeful - her own attack bat would be wonderful. She can't bring herself to add the if they get stronger to the end, though. She's certain her bat will waste away any day now.