Ultra short thing I wrote, past ADwD. After the last battle of that particular Winter.
By the end of it all the one that was once Arya Stark found Gendry Waters sitting on a piece of wood among all the corpses, leaning his hands on his war hammer. He recognized her and grinned.
-So? Any particular heading, m'lady?
-Do not call me m'lady!- she protested, serving him a shove in the stomach when he stood up.- My name is Arry, remember that.
They packed all nothing they had and begun a new journey, getting away from dead bodies, dogs and birds.
-So where to now, m'lady?
She pushed Gendry and he laughed.
-We're going wherever, stupid. Somewhere interesting things can happen even in this boring summer.