He sees her dancing. The celebration of the New Moon always brings strangers to town, and while generally Gendry likes to stay away from the people, it doesn't mean he doesn't notice them.

Well, actually he only notices her.

She is short and thin, with short brown hair and big eyes, dancing with some of the men of the town. He sees Edric Dayne come to her, stretching his hand for the next dance and she declines with a smile.

Good, he thinks.

He doesn't enjoy feeling like this, but he does. Every time he sees one of the lording walking up to someone and having the confidence to speak to them, to ask a girl to a dance. He wished he could.

The pretty girl walks away from the dancing forms, and a man offers her a cup with mead, she smiles and walks past him, dropping the cup a few steps away from him.

"Why would you do that?" Gendry asks, knowing she is close enough to hear him.

She turn to him and smiles, politely, it doesn't reach her eyes, "I don't trust him," she says. "That was not mead."

He nods, "I see," he looks down at his own mead and then at her. "I don't know if you want some of mine?" he offers her his cup and she takes it with a smile.

"Thank you," she takes a big gulp and gives it back to him. She stands beside him and before he notices she is speaking to him. He laughs and for the first time he actually has fun in a New Moon Celebration. He notices how she hugs herself and he looks at his hood; he's been carrying it all night, expecting some cold, but it's a fairly warm night. At least for him, who is wearing his leathers and a thick shirt, but he couldn't imagine how the night must feel with just a light dress.

"Here," he tells her as he wraps his cape around her, tying it loosely.

She looks at the cape and pulls the hood over her head, smiling, "I like it."

"Red looks good on you."