She wants to bite her lip, but that is a thing Arya Stark did. It's hard, hovering between no one and her real name; she doesn't know what she's allowed to do and what she isn't, so she does nothing, glancing at the card but keeping her attention on the girl-man-thing.

She was impulsive, but she doesn't like to think she isn't brave anymore - and she doesn't like to think he can guess all this from a card. Nymeria snaps, another growl spilling out, and Arya knots her fingers in the wolf's dark fur, at the back of her neck.

Her stomach is unsettled, but she makes herself ask. "That's one card. What are the other two?"