[Taking a swallow of the water, Arya has to stop herself from breaking out coughing again as it slides down her throat, rough as sandpaper. Setting down the glass with a blistered hand, she pauses for a moment, looking at her brother and trying to compose herself for what she had to tell him. She was dying, there was no time left now. She just wished she'd had the courage to tell him earlier.]

Robb ... I told you that I escaped from King's Landing with the Night's Watch recruiters, but I never told you what happened after that.