That night they made camp earlier than usual, because the horse that had thrown it's shoe was limping. When Gendry looked at his quick repair, he found the shoe was loose again and the original blacksmith had used a shoe that hadn't been formed for that hoof. He told Lord Dondarrion what he had discovered and what he would need to fix the problem. The tools for repairing the armour, he could use to pound out a new fitted shoe, but the fire needed to be extremely hot. Everyone helped collect wood, as Gendry made a makeshift fire pit from rocks and mud. Then he got the fire going, before it got too hot, they made a venison stew. While the men sat around drinking, Gendry worked on shaping the horseshoe to match the hoof. After some tedious and hot work, the shoe finally fit perfectly and he put in the nails. Using the bucket of water that had cooled the metal, he cleaned up and went to join the others who were lounging around and drinking ale.

Anguy knowing that Arya didn't like ale, had purchased a jug of hard cider from the inn. He gave her a cup to taste. "I think this you'll like better than ale."

Arya smelled the cup and recognized it. "It's cider, thank you Anguy!" She took a good swallow and realized that it was hard cider.

Just as Gendry came around the side of a tree and saw them, Arya was in process of kissing Anguy's cheek. But Anguy turned his head at the last second and her kiss landed on his lips. She laughed, already feeling the alcohol. Gendry was mad and admitted to himself he was jealous. He accepted a mug of ale from John and gulped it down in one go.

"That a boy! Have another," John said as he refilled Gendry's empty mug. "Hard work makes a man thirsty."

Thoros chuckled, "if he keeps drinking like that, he'll be sick later." He glanced over to Anguy and saw him with Arya. He knew that Anguy was trying to get Arya to give him some passion. His honour made him want to protect her innocence. "Anguy, you and a few men go do some night time scouting."

Gendry stopped drinking and smirked smugly at the archer, who was unhappy that he had to leave Arya's side. Anguy did as he was asked, but left Arya the cider. He could always rejoin her later, when she was a little more drunk. That made him smile as he quietly made his way into the forest that surrounded their camp. Gendry went to sit near his friend, but he didn't engage her in conversation.

Arya carefully made her way to Gendry's side. The alcohol of the cider was making her a little dizzy, but she loved the taste of it. "Is the horse going to be okay now?"

He nodded and stayed still, as she used his shoulder to steady herself as she sat down beside him. He noticed the jug she held, "what's that?"

"Hard cider, Anguy got it for me. Want a taste?" Arya offered.

He shrugged, downed his ale and held out his mug. He had to take the jug and pour it himself, as her hand's were unsteady. "How much have you had?"

"I don't know, but it's good." She giggled.

She was acting like a silly girl and he had to admit he liked her laughter. Arya kept putting her hands on his arm or thigh for balance, something she never did sober. He found he wanted to keep her laughing, but not still drinking.

"When I lifted the horse's leg to fit on the shoe, you should've heard the fart it let go. And the smell… good thing it was far from the fire or it would have blown up the forest," he joked.

Arya fell over she laughed so hard. He put his arm around her and helped her sit back upright. But when he went to take his arm away, she put her hand over his, keeping it there. "If you move your arm, I'll fall over again."

Gendry left his arm where it was. "Maybe you've had enough cider."

She shook her head and used his cup for more. "Gennddrryy do youu lick….like, me?"

He knew she was drunk and found it cute how she slurred his name. "Of course my lady," he teased.

"Nooo, I mean rrreallly like me, like Anguy?" She asked, then practically sat in his lap when she stumbled as she stood up.

"I like you. So much, that I'm corking this cider and helping you over there so you can go to sleep."

She tried to fight him, but she was too drunk. As he helped her stand, the world spun and she realized she was going to be sick. "I don't feel so good."

He picked her up and took her to the bushes. As he put her on the ground, she retch in the bushes. He waited until she was done and handed her the canteen. She rinsed her mouth, washed her face and drank the water. "I'm sorry. I know you think I'm a brat."

Gendry saw that she was now in the sad phase, which happened to some people when they got drunk. He gave her his arm and helped her to a log, where they could lean against. "Sometimes you are, but not tonight."

A tear fell from her eyes, which hadn't happened for a long time. As it rolled down her cheek and caught the light of the fire, his finger captured it. He hugged her, trying to offer comfort. He could feel the wetness of her tears on his neck, as she hid her face. Usually he would tease her and make jokes, but not tonight and not now.

Anguy returned, reporting that no one was round. He frowned when he saw Arya in Gendry's arms, but was pleased to find more than half of the cider remained in the jug. He went to sit with Thoros and the men. John told him that Arya had gotten sick in the bushes, which made the men laugh. But Anguy wished that it had been Gendry who'd gotten sick instead of Arya. Eventually he forgot about them, as the ale took hold of him.

Arya fell asleep on Gendry's chest. He put one arm under his head as he lay on his back, the other held Arya. She had her head on his chest and an arm and leg thrown across him. This was the first night she had gone to sleep without doing her chant. Softly he whispered the names for her. Her even breathing, finally made him fall asleep too. It seemed like he was only asleep a few minutes, but it had been at least a few hours. At first it was Arya's shift of weight off his body, that made him wake up, but he didn't open his eyes. He expected to feel her back against his side, but instead he felt her breath on his face.

"I wish you liked me, like I do you." Arya whispered, thinking Gendry was sound asleep. When he didn't move, she went to kiss him. Her soft lips timidly touched his.

He was surprised to feel her mouth on his. He didn't know if he should kiss back or just lie there and do nothing. So instead he rolled onto his side and waited to see what she would do. Either she would move away or she would stay. Arya didn't know why girls liked kissing so much. Still, she wanted to stay close to him. So with her back to his stomach, she fell asleep again, with her head resting on his outstretched arm. Her eyes flew open, when his other arm went over her waist and he pulled her to him. Her heart raced and she wondered if it's beating would wake him up. But Gendry didn't move again, so she breathed in slowly, calming herself. He was probably dreaming. She went to sleep with a smile on her face.

In the morning, Arya woke first and found herself sleeping partially on top of Gendry. Embarrassed she tried to slip out from under his arm, it was heavy and like a dead weight. Her head was throbbing, as she experienced her first hangover. Arya took the canteen beside her and took a long pull from it. She was still drinking from it, when Gendry woke and stretched.

"Save me a sip of water?" Gendry asked.

She nodded and then handed the last bit over to him. "How long will my head hurt?"

"Probably all day if the sun stays out."

"I hope I didn't do anything stupid or embarrassing," she said, even though she remembered everything. Her eyes darted to his mouth, when he lowered the canteen and licked his lips.

"Just be careful where you go over there, you got sick in the bushes." He looked her in the eyes and tapped his lips with a finger, waiting to see her reaction.

Arya's eyes widened as she watched his tapping. Did he know she had kissed him in his sleep or was he just thinking? She held her breath, waiting for him to say something or tease her. When he said nothing about her kiss, she relaxed. When Anguy walked by, he apologized for leaving her to go scouting the other night.

"I'm sorry I drank so much of your cider," Arya said.

"I bought it for you, so that's okay. So you enjoyed it?" Anguy asked.

Gendry grinned, "oh ya she did. Got drunk and sick."

"That's unfortunate, I wouldn't have let you get that drunk if I had been around," Anguy said and saw Gendry's grin falter.

"It's okay, Gendry helped me."

Anguy said, "Gendry's always around when you need him isn't he?"

"And sometimes when I don't," she grinned.