Arya had called him honorable. Jaime sighed. She wouldn't think him so honorable if she knew the truth. Was it even fair to keep the truth to himself? He hadn't really thought much about pushing Bran Stark out of that tower until recently. Seeing Arya day after day was a continual reminder of the fact that he had tried to kill a child. Yes, he had done it for Cersei and their children and maybe by some twisted standard of honor somewhere in the world it might be acceptable to kill someone else's child to protect your own. Yet that wasn't the problem in what he had done. The problem was that he never even hesitated, He never felt guilty until much later when he met Brienne of Tarth and even then he had managed to push the guilt aside and pretend it hadn't happened. What kind of a monster behaved like that?

He couldn't sleep. Thoughts like these had never kept him up at night before. He couldn't quite understand why they were keeping him from sleeping now. He tossed and turned for a long while unable to find rest. Then he heard footsteps in the hall.

"Jaime?" It was Arya's voice.

"I hope you haven't come here to kill me." He said half jokingly.

She shook her head. "I couldn't sleep."

"Neither could I as a matter of fact."

"May I come in?" She asked from the place she still stood in the doorway.

"Of course."

She crossed the room and sat down on the edge of his bed. It wasn't until she was sitting on the bed with the moonlight from the window shining in on her that he realized she was trembling. She had come to him because she was afraid. He doubted much of anything frightened Arya Stark and he wasn't going to embarrass her now by pointing out that he knew.

"You sent away the guards at my door?" She asked though it was almost a statement.

"It seemed like we had moved past needing them."

"Maybe, but I liked Ser Hiram's jokes." Arya said, she was still shaking. "And I liked waking from my nightmares knowing that they were keeping other people out as much as they were keeping me in."

"You're still safe here, guards or not." He told her.

"I know." She said. "I still have needle too…"

"Sometimes swords aren't enough." He stated. "What can I do to help? I can put your guards back?"

She shook her head even in the near darkness he could see the tears spill out from her eyes. "They took my sword from me, those men on the ship… and now they haunt my dreams every night...I'd never been so helpless in all my life...I always preferred to fight my own battles... I'm not so stupid as to think that I can win them all by myself...what I'm trying to ask is...can I sleep in here?"

He truly had not expected her to ask this of him. Not that he had any objections but he hadn't expected her to trust him so far. "If you think it will help, then yes." He finally said, moving aside to make space for her.

"Can I sleep on the other side?" She asked almost timidly. "The one further from the door."

"I don't care which side of the bed you sleep on Arya." He said almost amused by her sudden timidness. He supposed it made sense that she would want to keep him between herself and the door if she saw him a protector.

Arya went around the bed and climbed in next to him. She was still trembling with fear and he reached over and held her hand. Not long after that they both fell asleep.

Jaime awoke early in the morning to find Arya was still next to him and she was staring up at the ceiling. "Did you sleep alright?" He asked her. She nodded. It was clear she was still shaken up about something. He decided not to press the issue. "Are you ready to go down for breakfast?"

She nodded again. Without thinking it through, Jaime reached for her hand to bring her with him and she flinched in response. He took his hand away and she immediately looked sorry for her reaction.

"You're afraid of me." He said with realization. "I don't understand why you even came in here if that's the case."

She looked down, her cheeks flushed. "I was telling the truth. I do have nightmares, and I do worry about sleeping alone...but I had to know for myself, before the wedding happens and it's too late...I had to know if you would keep your word… and..."

"You're still worried that I would force you. What would you have done if I had?"

"I brought a dagger." She said, revealing where she had tied it to the calf of her leg.

He sighed. "Arya, if I wanted to force you, I could have gone to your room and done so any time."

"I know that. I'm not an idiot. I just didn't know if I would feel safe sleeping next to you or not….I still don't know what to think...and I only have a few days to figure it out...I'm so confused…" She said, her eyes filling with tears.

"I'm not exactly clear headed myself." Jaime told her. "Let's just get some breakfast. We still have time to figure this out."