Looking from Joffrey to Mycah, Arya felt her anger surge. Sansa had just butted in yet again, and Arya was sick of it. Her mother always loved how wonderful Sansa was with embroidery and acting lady-like and yet it seemed Arya couldn't get away from disapproving looks even on the road, a long way from him. Sansa was giving her a sour look as Arya looked back to the boys. The brunette didn't want to be brushed aside, not any longer. "Stop." She protested as Joffrey told Mycah to pick up his sword. A dangerous amount of anxiety swelled up inside of Arya as she licked her lips, trying to gauge how to handle the situation. Just minutes ago, everything had been fine and she had been having fun. Joffrey was being a bully and Arya couldn't help but squirm in her position. "If you're going to belittle him, you might as well be talking to me too!" She spoke up. Sure, Mycah wasn't a highborn like herself but to her, they were both at fault or not at all. Joffrey couldn't pick his battles, couldn't pick the weakest one to pick one.

"Arya!" Sansa gasped and looked at her sister, her mouth hanging open with horror. "Shut up." She hissed at her younger sister and tried to motion her over to where she stood, out of the way. "Come here."

"She asked me t-to..." Mycah tried to explain as he picked it up, his eyes staying on the blond, just in case.

"I did." Arya added as she hurried over and moved between Joffrey and Mycah. "You don't have to pick on him, he was helping me. i asked him to." She tried to explain. The girl wasn't sure why or even how Joffrey was bothered by this display. She just didn't understand it. "Mycah, get out of here." She muttered, glancing over her shoulder before she looked back at Joffrey. He was older and taller than her. His eyes weren't quite filled with malice or ill-intent, in fact, Arya couldn't quite deduce his expression or reasoning. While she ran around with boys in Winterfell, she never really thought much of the opposite sex. Arya knew Sansa had probably kissed a few boys or something but it was never on Arya's mind.

She vaguely wondered what Sansa and Joffrey might see in one another, they were both pretty annoying in her mind. 

The pudgy butcher's boy was quick to waddle off back to the Inn. Arya gripped her sword and she heard a low growl and before she knew what had happened, Nymeria had gotten to her feet. The direwolf let out a growl, obviously wanting to defend its master and nipped at Joffrey's hand which was holding his sword. "Nymeria!" Arya called out. She may not care for Joffrey but she didn't want him to get hurt because of her or her pet. "No!" She said disapprovingly. It seemed her exclamation had attracted some attention, as she could hear her father and Joffrey's getting closer. And from the sound of it, her father was quite worried. "I-I'm alright!" She called out in a futile attempt to delay them from crossing paths. "I am so sorry." Arya spurted out as she took a step closer to Joffrey, her blade being slipped away properly.

What was once anxiety, was now dread and guilt. Arya was sure that she was going to get in trouble for using Needle but for Nymeria's attack. "She didn't mean it, she was just scared for me. I think." She said. Sansa hurried over to try and look at the wound herself but it seemed as though it wasn't bleeding, if it was, it wasn't much. Joffrey seemed more annoyed at the event, rather than the circumstances surrounding it. He mentioned that they wouldn't tell anyone, which was fine by Arya. Still, she did feel bad about what happened but if he wasn't going to tell his father, that was fine with her. Sansa on the other hand seemed quite distraught and when the two men, plus a few guards found them by the lake, she could only stammer a few words before she headed off to find some shade to sit in. 

Arya glanced to Joffrey, not sure if she could trust him or not. He was a hard book to read and it made her very leery. She pressed her lips together and headed off when her father summoned her. It wasn't yet time for dinner but it seemed the parents had sensed something had happened, even if the children had denied anything happening. Arya lied and told her father she had seen a terrifying bug. It was obviously a lie since she wasn't really scared of such things but it seemed Eddard wasn't going to follow up with the matter. When supper came, that night, Arya had been unable to track Nymeria down, who had taken off to the woods after the attack. She knew she had to go join the others and eat but she was too worried about her wolf to think about making small talk with idiots at the Inn. "Nymeria!" She called out. Another scarce face was Mycah but she hoped to say goodbye before they did continue on their journey.