He was there...

Impossible, she had left him to die...

He circled around. His things were packed near a small brook. An axe was laid near it also.

Arya got closer, yet with Needle on her hand. He looked back, showing his burnt face.

"That will be useless, boy..."
"I'm not a boy" shouted Arya.
He turned around, standing in all his massive height.
"You here?"
"I may ask the same question." replied Arya. "I left you at the Death doors"
"Yet, here I am."
Arya remembered in her head the voice with Braavosi accent of Syrio Forel: "What do we say to the God of Death? Not today!"