Her.
Eragon rested his head against the doorframe as he watched Arya from his Study in his tree house.
"Saphira?"
"Yes little one?"
"Do you think how I feel is wrong?"
"It's natural to feel affection to those whom appeal to you."
"But-it's just difficult".
"Don't worry little one. I'm watching over you." Eragon couldn't help it. He laughed.
"What's so funny?" Sniffed Saphira. Eragon grinned looking into the heavens, "Your watching over me literally!"
"It's not that funny". Eragon shook his head and turned to go back into his room when he saw Arya standing in his doorway. Suddenly he became rather more self conscious than usual and realized he was blushing.
"A-a-arya," he stuttered, "How'd you get in?
"I have my ways," she murmured.
"Well…uh d'you want some herb tea?"
Arya tilted her head and said, "Since when does Eragon Shadeslayer drink herb tea?"
Grinning Eragon replied, "I dunno. Maybe because he met an elvin princess, who drinks herb tea."
"Well then maybe, since she drinks it she would prefer a change?"
"Eragon has some nice iced tea cooling then. For you Arya Svit-kona." Eragon bowed low at the waist and exited to the kitchen.
When he returned a couple of seconds later he noticed that Arya was studying some papers on his writing desk.
"Seeing anything you like?" he said making her jump
"Wha-? Oh, not much. But… what is this? I didn't know Shadeslayers spent their time writing poetry." She remarked with raised eyebrows.
"A well, you see, this is for the Agaeti Blodhren." Eragon said flourishing the papers that held his cramped scrawl.
"Well then, you're a very good poet Eragon." Arya seemed to glide over to Eragon and cup his cheek in her hand. Eragon flinched but did not recoil. Arya then put her other hand on his chest. This time Eragon did recoil.
"A-a-arya," he gasped, "Wha- w what are y-y-you doing?" Now it was Arya's turn to draw back. In the pale light of the moon Eragon could see she looked surprised.
"I-I'm sorry. I should be going." With that Arya turned and left walking rather quickly. As Eragon watched her leave he consulted Saphira.
"What just happened?"
"Oh little one . . . Saphira crooned, love is a dangerous thing at the best of times." "But . . . Saphira why did she do that? She's made it clear many a times that I do not appeal to her as she appeals to me!"
"Little one. . ."
" Saphira! I'm tired of being kept in the dark, you know why she did it. I know you know! Yet, you won't tell me, your partner for eternity!"
"Eragon," Saphira growled, "I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to so stop pestering me like a hungry chick does it's mother."