Nymeria's nails click lightly against the floor when Arya makes her hurry. She had near forgotten. And with the difficulty in telling time here... After throwing on clothes, she had run out her brother's door, Nymeria following. When she sees Sam waiting, she relaxes.

She stops by him to peer curiously at the screen.

"What are you doing?"

Behind her, Nymeria tucks her head over Arya's shoulder. Gold eyes blink at Sam.