Gendry Waters was confident that Arya was somehow able to defend herself, despite the odds that were against them. After all, he's seen her fight, with a sword yes, but not without a sword. He cursed to himself, as his gnawing worry for her only heightened. No matter how hard he sadly tried nothing seemed to work. Arya Stark was no damsel in distress, but the way she called after him made him think so otherwise. The way she last looked at him made him want to wrap his arms around her and keep her safe. Just when Gendry could not stand the benefit of the doubt any longer he smelled something burning in the air.

His fear for Arya skyrocketed as he struggled out of his binds behind the bark of a tree. He had to make it out for her sake, she was the daughter of a Stark someone of importance. If she died, it would be devastating to Winterfell. It didn't matter if he died or not, no one would care. What mattered the most was Ary, he was here fore her. Two gaurds who were standing in front of him looked at each other and seemed to have the same thought… And to his horror, he somehow knew that they were going to leave without him. "Hey! Hey! Get me out of here!" He yelled out at them. One of them smirked at him, held out the keys in his hands, and dropped it a few inches away from him. "See you in hell." He replied chuckling as the two guards ran off without him. "Shit, shit, shit!" Gendry spat, the more he tried to twist his wrists out of the binds. His wrists were starting to pulse from the dull ache, and were beginning to turn red from the soreness. But he ignored the pain for the sake of survival. He had to get to Arya, he just had to.

Gendry's head was spinning at this poit. The thick fog of smoke from the woods were making him weak in the knees. He started coughing and cursing even more when he heard the other campers plan to evacuate echo from behind him. In his blind stupor he almost caught a small figure rushing up towards him, yelling out his name. But it must have been some sort of a hallucination, he thought. It couldn't be Arya. But it was… he could recognize that voice anywhere. "Wake up Gendry! Wake up!" She screamed in his ears as she slapped him awake. The fog was getting thicker now and the ashes from the smoke made the daylight turn to night. "Arya how did you…" She let out a few huffs from the smoke and un-binded him shakily. "Now is not the time, we'll talk later." She didn't know what to do, and she certainly didn't know where to go. All she knew was that she and Gendry had to leave or they'll die.

The ashes around her grew darker making it harder for her to breathe. And the weight of Gendry on her shoulders were growing heavier. They were both alone in the forest and Arya was getting desperate. Her heart started beating out of fear, and the palms of her hands started to get sweaty and clammy. Her eyes were about to give out, and we she fully opened them again… it was a new day. She was surrounded by grassy meadows, and the sun shining on her face was so bright that it almost blinded her. She felt at peace for a moment as she took in a breath of fresh air only to choke on it. A wave of panic swept into her as she looked around her frantically. Only one thought ran through her mind until her eyes landed on Gendry, and everything suddenly settled.

How did she get here? She thought. The last she remembered was being in the woods on the brink of death. And now she wakes up to the rays of sunshine and the singing birds. Arya decided that she will have to think of that later, right now her priority was Gendry and his safety. She needed to confirm that he was still alive.

Arya looked him over. He laid sprawled around the grass next to her with his head face first on the grass. It made her heart soar when she saw him in that position. They were alright, and they made it out of that camp alive. But how? Arya stood up shakily, wiping her clammy palms on the front of her pants. She looked left and right and then all around her only to find the vast grassy meadows and the blue sky. A small groan broke her out of her thoughts and Arya quickly made her way towards Gendry. She put his head on her land and moved his bangs away from his forehead. "Gendry…" She whispered, as he slowly blinked his eyes open.

"Arya…how?" She shushed him. "Don't speak, you're still weak." Arya tilted her head up and inhaled the fresh and crisp air around them. "I can smell a stream not far from here, I'm going to fetch us some water. I won't be long." She got up and was about to leave when she felt Gendry's hand clasp around her small wrist. The small action made Arya's heart skip a beat. "Don't leave." He rasped out. "I'll be back." She promised, already feeling guilty at the thought of leaving him alone. She shouldn't feel guilty though, after all, he was the one that left her first. Arya's shoved those ridiculous thoughts away and looked down at him once more before heading off to the stream. They could survive without food for a few days but definitely not without water. Gendry needed his strength, and Arya was willing to do whatever she could to help him.

Arya wasn't sure when she started feeling this way…about anyone other than her own family members. But then again, it shouldn't matter really, after all, she was no lady. What kind of intentions would any man such as Gendry want in her? Or any man at all? A tight frown formed on Arya's face as she snorted and pushed herself to run even faster. Now was not the time to be thinking of such nonsense. As she approached the stream, Arya licked her lips as she stared at the stream that was close by her. She quickly ran up to it, crouched down, andgrabbed the empty water canteen that she stole from one of the soldiers and approached the stream.

Arya crouched her body even further so that she was able to fill up at least half of the canteen and started drinking from it. "A girl should not be wandering off alone." A gasp escaped Arya's lips as she turned around and saw him there. The man that called himself Jaqen H'ghar. Soon she forgot about the water and stood facing him boldy. She could already feel the blood boiling through her veins; the hot rush of it all was made her see red. "You liar!" She accused him, as she walked up to him in large strides. "You promised that you'd take me out of there, with my friend safely." Jaqen arched a brow, and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "A girl says too much, but not enough. Who is this friend? She never said."

Arya clenched her fists, she was tired of playing his games. "You always find out, don't you?" A smirk touched Jaqen's lips as he slowly made his way towards her. "A girl lies." Jaqen breathed, making Arya quiver unconsciously. He knew way too much about her, and as much as she hated to admit it, it frightened her. "A girl was able to save herself and her friend but she was not able to save herself from her own fate. And so she runs." He whispers as a breeze made the trees around them dance. "A girl decides everything, blames everyone but herself." Jaqen's dark eyes stared down at her accusingly. It sharpened even more when she said nothing to him in return. "A girl started the fire in the camp, and a girl escaped with a boy on her own terms. And now a girl denies having any affections towards the one boy you consider just a friend?" Arya's clenched and unclenched her fists as her breathing increased unevenly. He could see right through her more than anyone could without saying a word. "And now the girl denies that the boy could ever have the same intentions? The same affections?"

"He couldn't! I'm no lady!" She screamed at him out of desperation. While unwilling tears started brimming in her eyes. It was then that Jaqen decided to jerk her against him, keeping their chests pressed flush together, as he held her. He leaned in and captured Ary's lips with his own in a hot smoldering kiss. Making Arya's eyes fly wide open in surprise at the contact. His kiss set fire to Arya's veins making her gasp as he pulled back breathlessly and smiled down at her flushed cheeks. "But you are a lady, and so much more Arya Stark. Now listen, you must go to the boy, and take him to a cave not far from here and rest until he heals. A man by the name of Lord Cedric seeks you, be wary of him on your travels for he brings you news that you may not fancy." Arya's eyes were unfocused at first, and when they tried settling on him again, he was no longer there. The man was gone. Arya was so confused, but then something dawned on her it was he who got them out of the camp safe and alive.