Queen Arya could hear nothing except for her struggle for fresh air, which was rather impossible to find in the hot, tiny room that had no window.
The place was unbearably hot for her, and even though she was wearing only a thin layer of clothing aside from her underwear, she looked really damp, as though she had just stepped out of a bath.
She had sweat all over her, and her long hair was stuck to her face.
She had shouted, banged on the door, and done all she could until her throat was dry and the heat was draining every ounce of energy she had left in her.
She thought she heard someone crying outside, but she could not exactly tell since the place seemed rather isolated and it was solidly built in such a way that she could not tell what was happening outside. All thanks to her.
