A red-faced Sansa

In reply, your eldest sister barges in to your room, violently looking around her, red-faced and furious.

"Is she here? She just ran off and I can't find here, the little urchin. I know she'd hiding around here!"

It takes very little effort to work out who 'she' is. Your sisters were always squabbling over something or other - and unsurprisingly, it was usually Arya who created the problem.

"I've just woken up, Sansa. I hadn't heard a single thing until you came crashing into my bedchamber like a freight wagon!"

Unperturbed, she continues stalking around your chamber, rifling through your discarded clothes, looking beneath your wardrobes, bed and anything else that gets in her way.

"I know she's here, and she might even have stashed it away somewhere nearby. Grandmother's sewing kit that Father gave me - I can't believe she'd have the audacity to steal it!"