The bullies retreated, but Arya's eyes weren't on them. No, she was far more concerned with her bracelet, and she watched with wary eyes as the shem holding it knelt down to her level and offered it to her. The other turned and asked her if she was all right - well, these two were better than the others. The one with her bracelet was acting a little funny, but at least he was giving it back to her.
A hesitant hand reached out, and then snatched her bracelet back, all the while waiting for the other shoe to drop. One hand pushed hair that had fallen across her face while the other clung onto her bracelet. There were a few scrapes on her hands and she was nearly covered in dirt from when the shems had pushed her down, but she was otherwise relatively unharmed.
"'m fine. You's the one that's hurt. Yo' mama make it better, you go home now," she responded tartly, her child's mind uncomprehending to the idea of gratitude.