[ She doesn't see him go down in the swarm so much as she hears it happen. Arya has been trying to do damage to their numbers from on top of a boulder that could keep her high enough out of the chaos that she could pick them off with a water dancer's accuracy and flourish. She took to the high ground after she realized there was little good in helping the scrambling, panicking people trying to get away from the rats - they would or they wouldn't, they'd fall and get bitten some or they would escape without her help, but thinning the horrid squeaking numbers was something that Arya could do to help.
And gods, were they easier to kill than pigeons, at least.
But suddenly Jesse's screeching is reaching her louder than all the squealing little cries, and Arya's head snaps around like a soldier hearing their comrade fall. In the moment it isn't funny - he sounds that distressed. With little thought to doing anything else, Arya vaults from the boulder and lands in a space where the rats are thinner, kicking about until she can see where she's heading, thankful for how tightly her leathers fit her and how thick and protective they are. Jesse's clothes... Well, those strange garments are another matter.
Her long, slender blade is a blur around him when she suddenly reaches his side, cutting off heads left and right with single, deadly accurate swings and a water dancer's grace. It gives Jesse enough time to get to his knees, if not his feet, and hopefully to get the rats out of his pants. ]
I told you those clothes would be no good for being on the road!
[ She has to raise her voice about the filthy din. Quick as a flash, her second blade is in her hand, and she flips the Valyrian steel dagger easily and impressively, offering him the hilt while flipping rats away with Needle. She doesn't even need to look at them to do so, and the gaze that Jesse's meets is as sharp and unbothered as only someone who has faced far worse swarms can look. ]
hard snort (cw: rat killin)
And gods, were they easier to kill than pigeons, at least.
But suddenly Jesse's screeching is reaching her louder than all the squealing little cries, and Arya's head snaps around like a soldier hearing their comrade fall. In the moment it isn't funny - he sounds that distressed. With little thought to doing anything else, Arya vaults from the boulder and lands in a space where the rats are thinner, kicking about until she can see where she's heading, thankful for how tightly her leathers fit her and how thick and protective they are. Jesse's clothes... Well, those strange garments are another matter.
Her long, slender blade is a blur around him when she suddenly reaches his side, cutting off heads left and right with single, deadly accurate swings and a water dancer's grace. It gives Jesse enough time to get to his knees, if not his feet, and hopefully to get the rats out of his pants. ]
I told you those clothes would be no good for being on the road!
[ She has to raise her voice about the filthy din. Quick as a flash, her second blade is in her hand, and she flips the Valyrian steel dagger easily and impressively, offering him the hilt while flipping rats away with Needle. She doesn't even need to look at them to do so, and the gaze that Jesse's meets is as sharp and unbothered as only someone who has faced far worse swarms can look. ]