[Arya nods, satisfied that nothing is broken. That's not something she's comfortable trying to fix.]

I don't know, but they don't work. Someone said you could hover with them, but nobody can fly.

[She does notice his distraction, though, and glances over her shoulder at her direwolf. The wolf's ears are perked forward, head tilted to one side, curious. Arya gives a small frown and glances back at the boy.]

She won't bite, if that's what you're worried about.