This was not the missing wife, then. Arya leaned against the wall, careful to avoid the door in case somebody had been inside. Should it open suddenly with her leaning on it she would fall down, and nobody took people who fell down seriously.
The woman, Magdalene, seemed familiar with her. Or else she was here to kidnap her or see her distracted while Erik was dispatched. Arya's suspicion was, if anything, increased despite the woman's pleasant exterior and beautiful voice. "Who told you who I am? Why are you really here? Nobody knows I'm here." She tilted her chin up. "Where are you from?"
The woman did not sound or dress like a Westerosi. But then again, Arya was not dressed like someone from home either, in the clothes provided to her. She wasn't sure what she looked like in these clothes. The room had been full of beautiful dresses, all of them beautiful, in rich fabrics with grey and white accents despite the color. She was suspicious, and not entirely comfortable in them after so long in ragged boy's clothing.
The contrast with her hair, chopped brutally short and only just beginning to grow out to something ragged, was stark.