Once Arya got to her room she changed into a worn-out grey shirt and black track pants. She was going to go for a run to get the events of the morning out of her mind, she generally disliked meeting new people and especially those who tried to treat her like she was delicate. Gendry bothered her more because he was about to be invading her privacy on a daily basis.

She stepped outside the house, putting her earphones in and playing her running playlist, she had called it 'Running with the Wolves'. She did some stretches on the grass before heading to the woods that surrounded the house. This was her favourite place, she felt at peace when she ran in these woods. She set out for her usual route that led to a small clearing with a river running through where she normally went to get away from everything.

It was about three kilometres to the clearing and once she arrived she took off her headphones so she could listen to the sounds around her. She was about to lay down like she normally did when she heard something odd from behind her. At first, she thought it could be an animal, which wasn't uncommon in the Winterfell woods, there were tons of small creatures and the occasional wolf. It sounded too big though and fast, so she stayed still and quiet, till she could figure out what to do.

She didn't have to wait long, within the minute Gendry had come bounding through the woods and into the clearing. At first, she was relieved it was just Gendry but it quickly dissolved into anger. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" She yelled at him.

"What were you thinking running off into the woods! It's bloody dangerous, the woods aren't secure! You could have died! I tried calling your name at first but you didn't seem hear me." He replied nearly as angry as Arya.

"It's called exercise! And the Woods are safe I've been running here forever. And my headphones were in while I was running" she said holding up the headphones dangling around her neck. "You don't need to follow me around. In fact, I don't want you following me around."

"Look, I'm sorry, I just take my job very seriously and this is my first time as a bodyguard, I just want it to go well. Can't you give me a break?"

She felt bad then, she was being a total brat. He was just trying to do his job and all day she'd been such a pain. "I'm sorry, I've been a bit of a brat haven't I. I just value my privacy, and I'm not super comfortable with this whole situation." She on the trunk of a fallen tree and looked out to the river

"Yeah I get that." He replied before sitting on the grass in front of her. They sat in silence for a while. "I have an idea on how to make this easier. Well, two, actually"

"Shoot"

"Okay we're going to spend a lot of time together, that's unavoidable, but we can do this one of two ways and it has to be your choice because I'm okay with either."

"okay…"

"So, option one, I will keep as much distance as I can and we won't interact very much. Option two, we get to know each other a bit, that way you get comfortable with me around. Hell, you might even enjoy my company!" He smiled and looked into her eyes, he had a great smile she thought to herself.

She smirked at him, he thought he was funny. She thought about her options, the first was good because he wouldn't bother her as much. The second was good because she was much better around people she knew. There was also something about him that made her want to know him better. "Fine. Let's get to know each other." She said slowly.

"How did you make that sound like a horrible thing?" he let out a short deep laugh.

"It's a gift." She smiled, and he laughed again. "So, how do we do this? Just ask whatever? And the other has to answer?"

"Sure. You start?" He gave her an encouraging smile.

"Alright, where are you from?"

"Kings landing. What's your favourite colour?"

"Grey, but like a dark grey. What's yours?"

"Light grey" he replied, with a glint in his eyes.

"Liar!" she exclaimed

He laughed harder, "I am not, I love light grey! What's your favourite animal?"

"Wolves, obviously!"

"I like bulls"

"Why am I not surprised" she smiled, he seemed like the type.

"When I was growing up my mum got me a bike helmet and it had a bull on it, that was the year before she…" he grew quiet and she guessed that he had lost his mum, that must have been awful.

She slid off the log and on the grass in front of him, putting a hand on his and squeezing lightly "I'm sorry"

He looked up at her, squeezed back and gave her a sad sort of smile. "Thank you"