An escort? What was this crazy shem talking about?
Oh, he wanted to take her home.
"No, no going home until I get flurs." She slipped her bracelet back on, and then bent down to start regathering the flowers - which she could only pronounce as 'flurs' - that had split during the fight. "You go, 'fore you get in trouble." Her chubby fingers sought out the green stems in the dirt, though most of them were trampled.
A voice rang out, a boy's not unsimilar to that of the two shems standing in front of her.
"ARYA! WHERE ARE YOU, MAMA'S GONNA KILL ME...ARYA!" It was Haldir, the brother who was supposed to be watching her. He still seemed a ways off, but Arya looked up at the sound of her name, a stupid grin on her face that her brother was coming. She glanced back at the shems in front of her, still smiling.