The Ghost of high heart sees Arya and is horrified calling her cruel to come here. I made the Ghost short by making Arya taller than her. Unfortunately, I got Arya’s proportions wrong and she looks like a beanpole.
The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. “I see you,” she whispered. “I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death . . .” She began to sob, her little body shaking. “You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!” Arya VIII – 593
