Gendry stared off upon the waves, feeling the brush of the cool air gave way that they were nearing Widow's Watch. Listening as the imp came out with a chalice of wine and a gruff looking expression upon his face, which caused the bastard boy to quirk a brow at him. Wondering why exactly the imp was in such a sour mood before he stood beside him. Sharing the silence, Gendry tapped his gloved hand upon the banister that lead to the deeps of the Shivering Sea below; parting his lips he spoke just to break the silence.

"I never been to the North before, I can very well see why too. It's fucking cold." He held on to the banister with both hands and leaned back, stretching as he heard Tyrion scoff; sipping his wine before he cleared his throat slightly and replied in turn. "Ah, the land filled with snow. Not many happy memories within the North." This caused the blacksmith to quirk a brow in curiosity, but it was not obliged for Daenerys Targaryen had came out of the cabin. Along with her Jon Snow. Straightening up, he bowed his head to the dragon queen in respect before addressing her.

"I never got a chance to thank you for saving my friend, if it wasn't for you i believe his family would have had another member to mourn." Daenerys smiled softly, before she looked at Jon. Gendry recognized that look, it was a look all too familiar with couples first starting out. Watching out the corner of his eye Tyrion dismissing himself, Daenerys began to speak. "How long til we head into Winterfell, Jon Snow?" She inclined her head toward the King of the North, awaiting his answer. Hell Gendry was too, he was eager to see what it was like. How the people endured the blistering cold that was now dusting his nose, cheeks, and tips of his ears a light pink.

"If we are goin' the way i think we are, i would say about a day and a half's ride to Hornwood castle. We'd be going through Hornwood Forest and traveling through Sheepshead Hills by the next day. Should be at Winterfell's gates come twilight hour." He informed, staring over near the cat's head of the ship. Feeling the boat dock, they began to set their journey for Winterfell; considering it a cold ride. Gendry made sure to bundle up in as many furs as he possibly could. Traveling with Jon, Daenerys, Davos, Jorah and The Hound was quite strange. Jon and Daenerys traveled closely together, speaking in whispers that he could barely understand due to the howling of the winter wind. Causing the bastard boy to yank down the hood of his cloak to further shield his face from the blistering cold. It wasn't until a grunt caught his attention that he cast his gaze to the left, noticing the Hound was watching him.

At first Gendry couldn't stop looking at the mass of scar upon the man's right face before he shook his head and looked again once more, he was probably just cold the same as he was. But as they continued to travel, he watched the Hound get ever so closer to him before he opened his mouth to speak. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't stare at me while we are traveling, it's very unsettling Hound."

"Sandor"

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Sandor Clegane, i met you once before." He noted, causing Gendry to look at the Hound again. Blue eyes studying him before recollection came to mind, he was the man that he had to pull Arya away from when he dueled Beric and won his freedom. His eyes narrowed. "Ah... so you do remember me."

"How could i forget, you were the one that Arya wanted to kill the moment you were afraid of a little fire. Tell me, Sandor. Are you still afraid of it?" Gendry's tone was distrustful as he stared at the Hound with disdain, which caused Sandor to laugh as they drew closer to Hornwood Forest. "Did I look fucking scared when those bloody damn dragons came swooping down and saved our asses? No. I got over my fear and so should you." Gendry slowly looked at him then, this monster didn't know him. Didn't know half of what he was capable of much less his fears. Which caused Gendry to scoff as he stared forward, his leather gloved hands gripping tightly to his reigns upon the horse as it steadily galloped in tune with Sandor.

"Ah i see, since you joined the Brotherhood without Banners you are safe to assume that you know everyone based upon what your Lord of Light tells you. Please spare me your hypocritical bullshit, we both know why Arya wished to kill you that night. You should be thanking me for not letting her." He watched as Sandor galloped forward and stopped in front of him, causing his brow to furrow in confusion and anger.

"To seven hells to the lord of light, that's not what i was talking about you bastard child."

Gendry rolled his eyes within annoyance, deciding to play his game before Daenerys and Jon got too far ahead to where he would lose his way to Winterfell thanks to the Hound. "Fine, i'll play your little game so that we can get this over with and move on before they leave us behind. What am i afraid of?"

"Your feelings."

"What in the bloody hell are you on about? My feelings?" Gendry spoke in confusion only to get an eye roll from the Hound whom moved his steed forward and galloped. Leaving Gendry in confusion before he angry followed foot, steadfast as he met up with Sandor. "You can't just tell me something and walk away when i don't get it, tell me what you are on about Hound or so help me I'll-."

"Or so help you'll wha?" Sandor started, his tone taunting before he rose his brows and looked at the boy. He smirked only slightly before he glanced back at Jon and the Dragon Queen. "You're a stupid cunt aren't you? Do you remember when I was freed from Ser Beric?" Gendry scoffed, what kind of answer was that? He remained silent for a time before Sandor looked at him then, expecting an answer, sighing Gendry responded with a dull tone in his voice. Obviously bored with the conversation already when he didn't give him a proper answer in the first place.

"Aye, I do."

"Then you will come to understand I watched your little lover's quarrel with Arya that night." This caused Gendry to blink in surprise before he laughed bemusedly as if he didn't believe him before Sandor continued. "Where you were talking about family, saying you never had a family. That she-" Gendry stopped him right there, glaring at him. How could he forget that moment. That memory that stung him in the heart like a needle, like Arya's needle. The recollection was a sad one due to the fact that he thought he'd never see her again, that she hated him for choosing the Brotherhood over her. Swallowing he looked at Sandor with a heavy expression, as if he remembered the fight before he collected himself; shaking his head.

"What of it, from my understanding that conversation was not yours to hear."

"But I heard it and I watched it, after all I am the one that kidnapped her the day the red woman took you away. She saw her brother get mutilated by the Frey's, cut off his head and sowed his pet's head on his shoulders they did. Paraded him around like he was some big ass wild boar they hunted in a game." This news however caused Gendry's brow to furrow in concern for Arya, how horrible for a young girl to go through such a thing. To see such a thing. But why was Sandor telling him this, why now of all things? Sure, he remembered the tone she carried. How she stated she could be his family in the most heartfelt tone she had, which he had thought at the time was just a ploy to get him to go with her to serve her brother. The very one that she watched die. It was his fault, if he had went he would have never let her see such a horrid sight and he would have never been in the predicament he was in when coming across the red woman. Where she and his uncle tried to kill him for some type of ritual, using his "King's Blood" as she stated.

"That's awful... I can't help but take some of the blame for that, if I had gone she never would have..." Watching as Sandor shrugged, agreeing with him they held a quiet silence. The blades of the crisp air hitting his lungs like a thousand needles or was it because they were talking about a time long since forgotten. The topic of Arya was strange though, why would he even mention her at a time like this, when Jon was trying to settle alliances for the war to come. The Great Winter that was slowly making it's way to Westeros, to the entire world. As if reading his mind, Sandor spoke.

"She's in Winterfell"