Things had went from bad to worse in the past few weeks, first was the unfortunate news of her elder brother Tyrion being captured by Eddards Starks wife. That news was distressing enough; Jaime had to make it worse by attacking Lord Eddard in the street killing his men and one of Jaimes' men crippling him for life. Though Averill was enraged about the capture of her brother there was certainly no need to escalate things the way Jaime had. Then to make matters worse he seemed to have fled from the capitol like a crook. The King had of course ordered Ned to demand his wife to release and return Tyrion to Kings Landing safely, yet he also seemed to think it was an appropriate time to go off hunting. Ned was in charge for the time being and though Averill found him to be an honorable man she couldn't help resent him. Though she saw something growing in him, a mounting worry. Well she supposed he had a right to worry everything seemed to be a mess after all.

Things had been different since the arrival of the Starks, one notable change was the elder Stark girl. Sansa was betrothed to Joffery, which of course was a great honor, which Sansa was sure to chirp sweet little songs about. Though, she noticed that as the weeks passed the young girl looked more and more tired and much less excited to be here. Though Averill had tried to befriend her the girl never really let her past the false wall of pleasantries and since her father had been injured Averill saw the growing worry on her face.

"My lady." The blonde female heard Lord Baelishs' voice, but did not turn to face him "I must offer my comfort and support, this must be a hard time for you considering the state of things." The snakes words snuck through her veins like poison. Of course she was worried, Catelyn capturing Tyrion would've been bad enough, but she had to bring him with her to the Vale. Lysa Aryn by all accounts was a mad woman, though Averill had only known her for a month or so it was plain to see the woman was touched. She would not put it past Lysa to throw Tyrion through the moon door in a fit of rage.

Averill managed to push all of this from her mind and offered a small polite smile back to Lord Baelish. She had to remember her manners no matter how badly she wanted to scream at him, he didn't care about her brother he only wanted to talk to her because it benefitted him in someway.

"My Lord, I thank you for you're kind words. I am sure that Tyrion would appreciate them as well. I will let him know he was in your thoughts as soon as he returns." Her sapphire eyes dug into his beady green ones.

"Well one hopes that will be soon."

"Is there anything else you needed to speak to me about or were you just offering your courtesies regarding my brother?" Petyr smiled his sick crooked smile and began to walk obviously expecting Averill to follow him.

"I have been hearing many rumors recently." Averill couldn't help, but scoff if he was going to talk about suitors with her like Varys did she might just scream. "Rumors that might effects your family if they came out."

That was not something she expected to her. What rumors about her family could possibly come out. It was no secret she was a bastard, other than that the Lannisters had been relatively careful to keep their hands clean.

"Well whatever it is I'm sure it is just rumors. What is it you've heard?" She chimed in, not being able to resist her curiosity. Baelish locked eyes with her for moment before shaking his head and giving her a small half bow.

"Nothing my Lady, just rumors. Now I'm sure the Hand would appreciate my help. He's seeing the common folk today." With that the small man slithered away and Averill was left to her thoughts. She began to walk, with no sure direction thinking of what it could be. Is it possible he had heard Tyrion was now dead, was he simply offering his condolences earlier rather than later. She shuddered at the thought.

"You seem to be hanging around snakes a lot." Averill jumped from her thoughts and glared over towards the Hound. He was leaned up against a wall with a wineskin in his hand taking a few full gulps. The blond female locked eyes with his grey ones before beginning to walk away. "Ohh, have I offended you?" He asked following her. "Was it what I said or something else?" He demanded her, Averills pale face began to flush with anger. What was it he wanted to hear from her? She stopped in her tracks and turned around abruptly.

"Listen you!" She snapped, quickly forgetting her manners "I do not have to answer to you. Who I keep in my company is no concern of yours, nor my sisters. The only thing that offends me is your persistence to constantly bother me at the worst times!" Averill finished speaking and took a deep breath, she gazed up at Sandor, and instead of looking angry like she expected him too she could've sworn that he was smirking a little. "What's so funny?" She asked only slightly self-conscious.

"You are, when your claws come out that is." He replied, Averill took that as an opportunity to grab his wineskin and take a few large gulps before returning it to him.

"What can I say, you're just bringing out the best in me." She remarked sarcastically know very well that was not how ladies behaved at all. If Cersei ever got wind of this she would surely never hear the end of it. She chanced one more glance towards the Hound only to see his was still smirking wit his wineskin raised to his mouth.