The first night they argued about the bed. It wasn't really big enough for two people, especially not two people who hated each other, but instead of fighting for rights to the bed, they fought for the floor.
"You take the bed. You are a lady after all." Jaime had offered. "At least I think you are."
"Seven hells! How about you take the bed, you're too elderly to sleep on the floor. It would probably bother your rheumatism."
"Fine then." Jaime said giving the chain a jerk he forced Arya to step closer to the bed. Then he lay down on the floor, deciding the matter for them.
"What are you doing? Get up!" Arya said.
"Unfortunately, I can't get up. I'm too stiff with rheumatism to even move. The bed is yours, m'lady." He said from where he lay sprawled out on the floor.
Angered, Arya crawled onto the bed. She had to sleep near the edge due to the short length of the chain.
When Arya awoke in the morning she forgot her chains entirely. She had been in a ship across the narrow sea many times by now. Often she slept in a cabin very similar to the one she now slept in. She got out of the bed and attempted to walk across the familiar space which ended with her falling flat on her face.
Jaime laughed from his spot on the floor. "Well you're certainly not a graceful lady." Then added. "Are you alright?"
"Actually, I am quite graceful." Arya picked herself up and stood at his feet. "When I'm not chained to an oaf."
Using the slop bucket was a bit awkward that morning but they managed to to stay turned away from one another while each took their turn. They sat next to each other on the bench at the table and ate a meal of bread and cheese.
"Ever been a prisoner before, wolf girl?" Jaime asked as they ate.
"Yes. A few times, but I was never chained up before."
"When I was a prisoner of your brother, I was in a cage, chained to a wooden post. At least this way I can move." He said.
"So you're saying you'd rather be chained to me than a wooden post? Lovely compliment, thank you." Arya said, taking a gulp of water.
"Yes well, I do what I can." He grinned.
"I doubt that. You probably don't even know how to give a real compliment. I bet you always say something witty, or something vaguely crude that would make a real lady blush, but it's never genuine." Arya said.
"It was genuine. Anyone is better than a wooden post, even you."
Arya glared at him. "I'm supposed to be your enemy. Why in seven hells are you being kind to your enemy?"
"Arya, you're not my enemy. I never thought of you as one anyway. Your mother made me swear a vow to find you and bring you home safely."
"Right, with Lady Brienne of Tarth. I heard about that… I also heard about when you fought with my father and your men stabbed him. And I heard about Bran being pushed off a tower! Why should I believe anything you say?"
"Believe whatever you like wolf girl." He said, with irritation. "I'm taking a nap." And he dragged her with him to sit next to the bed while he slept.