[Arya's pleased at his expression, even if it isn't Needle. She wishes it was Needle, so she could brag about how Jon got it made for her. Or maybe she'd still keep it secret, even if she let him look at it. Bran isn't Sansa or their father, but Needle was between her and Jon. She hasn't seen Jon in a long time, but she still thinks it might count as betraying him.]

My dancing instructor. Father got him so he could teach me how to use a sword.

[Arya thinks for a moment, chewing her lip, then she holds out the sword to him.] Here. You can hold it if you like.