[Of course, he's going to be busy. He's their leader and all now. Or, now he is back. She just hadn't immediately realized. Even if she knew he was on his way back. So she gives a bit of a start. Not having heard that voice in years but still recognizing it all the same. Jon. He's back. Finally!
Arya turns, almost tripping in her haste to get back to her feet and practically throw herself at him. She's grown since the last time she leaped at him to say goodbye, but nonetheless doesn't seem to bother taking that into account in the moment. The potential increased likelihood of her actually knocking him over. She doesn't care. Because all that really matters is seeing him again when she thought she never would. Sure, there were plans to go to the wall to him, but that hadn't panned out. She hasn't even yet paused to get a good look at him, the way he had. Her arms wrap around his neck and she buries her face at his shoulder.]
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Arya turns, almost tripping in her haste to get back to her feet and practically throw herself at him. She's grown since the last time she leaped at him to say goodbye, but nonetheless doesn't seem to bother taking that into account in the moment. The potential increased likelihood of her actually knocking him over. She doesn't care. Because all that really matters is seeing him again when she thought she never would. Sure, there were plans to go to the wall to him, but that hadn't panned out. She hasn't even yet paused to get a good look at him, the way he had. Her arms wrap around his neck and she buries her face at his shoulder.]
Jon! You're back!