Arya wanted to snap that she had heard real music, that her father had been able to afford minstrels every so often and that she'd had her fill of them in King's Landing and with Lem Lemoncloak's catarwauling and she still thought that the songs were stupid, but it would take entirely more breath and effort than she could summon now. If he tried to sing at her instead of bringing her to whatever the local equivalent of a maester was, she'd claw his eyes out and run.
His question took her by surprise. "I want to go home," she said, her voice very small.