"My brother was like that, too," Peggy shares, thinking of how Michael could be so patient until that even exhausted and he would become irritated with her until she saw the error of her ways. "It's fine, I assure you," Peggy promises calmly with a smile. "If anyone were to arrive here claiming they know someone related to me, I might bear the same wariness," she allows.

She doesn't even have to guess. If someone came here and told her that Michael were still alive, she wouldn't believe them, point blank. So she doesn't fault Arya at all.

"How many of you are there?"