"Are you going to scold me for almost telling everyone that my dreams told me about tonight?" Arya asked as she joined Aulix on the roof.
"You should keep it to yourself. The less people who know about that talent of yours, the better."
"I know. I was distracted by my arm," Arya explained.
Aulix sighed, "thanks for protecting Taron. I owe you one."
She frowned, "no you don't. Anyone would have done the same thing."
Taron joined them on the roof, "you two talking about me again? How's your arm?"
"It's sore, but Byt's keeping an eye on it."
"Until she gives the okay, you're not to do anything. Just relax," Taron ordered.
"That's going to be boring," Arya commented.
"Nothing around us, is ever that."
Arya looked at Aulix, "so you're sticking around a few more days?"
"Trying to get rid of me?" He countered.
"Why would I?"
"Because we make you uncomfortable…some times." Aulix had moved, so that she was between his body and Taron's. Both guys were smiling and then winked at her.
She wasn't going to let them do that to her again. "That's not going to happen."
"Is that a challenge?" Taron teased.
"It's whatever you want it to be. Since I've been given the day to do nothing, I'll see you guys later." With that Arya jumped down to the street and gave a wave, without turning around to confirm they saw it.
Aulix was amused. "Her confidence grows daily, but her need for control can be dangerous."
Taron directed their conversation to the attack from last night. They didn't know if someone wanted to dismantle the street guild or just were targeting Taron. Either way he was very aware of everything around him at all times. To be that way, it took a toll on him, both physically and mentally. As the days went by, his temper became more active. Through it all, Aulix weathered most of the storm, but more than anyone he understood his friend the best. Either as himself or in an animal, he remained vigilant over his friend's safety.
Once Arya's arm had healed, she was sent to investigate the wharf gang, with two other spys from their guild. They found out that not only were there new recruits for the wharf, but an internal power struggle was at play. It had been a show of power, that had caused them to go after Taron. Arya and the guys, made sure that the wharf gang understood not to mess with the street guild. Aulix wasn't surprised by how easy it was for Arya to kill, once she knew her target's name. It was a deviation from how the Faceless Men would kill and after remembering her connection to one of them, Taron too accepted Arya's behaviour.
Eventually things settle down to their normal routine and Aulix decided to return home. He had helped Arya to understand her gift of dream sight as much as he could. They'd become great friends, but she was sick of him constantly testing her. Instead of a big party to see him off, like Arya thought would happen, Aulix left at night, after a quick good-bye on the roof. Arya felt honoured to be included in his good-bye to Taron. Even though he showed no sign of it, she felt that Taron wished Aulix would stay with them. His mood was not melancholy, more pensive. They sat in the moonlight a few hours, in silence, before Taron abruptly left. She wondered if perhaps the reason he teased her so much about her control, was because in some ways he was just like her.
Taron gave Arya a gift of information, about what was happening with the struggle of power for the throne. He also had information on Westeros. Arya soaked it all up, no matter how trivial the knowledge seemed about the Seven Kingdoms. Eventually she asked if he could find out more about Melisandre, the red witch. That was the last person that both she and Gendry had connection to. She didn't explain the reason of her interest to Taron, but she needed to know if Gendry was still alive.
"I can tell you some of her history. She was originally born a slave in Essos. You already know she is a Red Priestess of the Lord of Light. The Lord of Light is from Asshai. For whatever reason, she crossed the Narrow Sea and preached her faith to Lord Stannis Baratheon. She converted him to her faith of R'hllor."
Arya frowned, "R'Hllor is also known as the Red God or the God of Flame and Shadow, right?"
Taron nodded. "That religion is in several of the Free Cities and to the distant east."
"She's a witch, not a priestess."
"Is that jealousy or experience speaking?" Taron curiously asked.
Arya gave him a look that wasn't pleasant, instead of answering him.
"A word of advice; The Red Pr… witch and Lord Stannis Baratheon are not people you want to mess with right now."
"I know that. But knowledge is power and I need to know everything about those two before I go back."
He nodded, "save your money up and buy the information."
"Do you have someone reliable, that won't tell me any kind of shit for coins?"
"Of course. Come see me when you've got coin to spend, it's expensive though."
She sighed, "isn't it always?"
He smiled, "it is and you have to decide how much of a price is too high to pay."
Those were wise words in more than just buying information. How far did she want to go? That was something Arya wasn't ready to answer yet. Like so many other things, she needed time and experience. Where she was now, with the street guild, with Taron, was the best place for her to do that.