'Every time you look at him, he twitches,' the Bull told her as she walked beside his donkey.

Lommy Greenhands wasn't even hurt, yet he stayed as far away from Arya as he could get. Hot Pie was worse off Yoren had to shift some barrels around so he could lie in the back of a wagon on some sacks of barley, and he whimpered every time the wheels hit a rock. Even so, she walked for the rest of that day, and the day after, and the day after that, too raw to sit a donkey. It did help, some, though the taste of it was foul and it made her spit look like blood.