*** contains spoilers for book 5 ***
„M'lady?" Usually she would have smacked him for that, she would have called him stupid or would have behaved in another unlady-like way. But now, on the very spot she stood, Arya Stark just burst into tears.
"He is dead. They killed him. They murdered him!" her voices faltered.
"Arya …" Gendry swallowed and she covered her face in her hands and sobbed.
Why did I come here? He never had a family, how could he know the pain to lose one's family? She thought bitterly.
He's just a bastard. She wanted to scream it at his face. Bastard. You Bastard! Why are you here and he's not?
How dare you to live while he is dead?
Gendry didn't moved.
They were right, all the time, they were right and she never saw it. She doesn't belong here in the stables or in the forge. She doesn't belong here in the dirt but to the high lords and ladies halls. Not in a dirty forgery full of dirty lowborn bastards.
Bastards steal one's heart and leave! Go away and leave you behind broken and damaged beyond repair.
Suddenly he embraced her.
Arya fought bitterly, but Gendry was stronger than her. He always had been.
"It's alright, Arya. Just cry, it'll help you. No one will see. No one will know, I promise."
His mouth was at her ear and his voice was calming and his presence so consoling, that all her hatred was blown away in an instance. She gave up, slung his arms around him as well and let him tighten his embrace. Arya buried her face in his chest.
And while she was comforted by one bastard she mourned the other.