[ He watches the gears turn, the way Arya tries to puzzle out this new information plain on her face, and he can’t help but feel for her. He was in her shoes once, though it feels like a small lifetime ago when he awoke somewhere completely alien and wholly out of his depth. ]

You needn’t make sense of it now. It is a lot, I know, and I don’t mean to heap more troubles upon you on top of all this. [ He makes a vague motion with his hand, indicating their surroundings. ]

I am sorry, my dear.