Jaime awoke in the middle of the night to a cold breeze blowing over him. It was far cooler up on deck than the cabin had been. Uncomfortably so. He sat up to find Arya was already awake. She was sitting up, dagger in hand, studying the blade.

"You still thinking about killing me?" He asked.

"This knife belonged to Dreznak L'ogaris. I always preferred a sword before I got this. I actually left my sword back at my Villa in Bravos. This dagger served my purposes better this time."

"You have a villa?" Jaime said, unconvinced.

"Yes, I have a villa. The faceless men don't work for free. We are paid quite well for our services, especially those who are good at it."

Jaime imagined that Arya must be quite good if she could afford a villa of her own. "So what about this Dreznak fellow? Was he a lover or a friend?"

"Neither." She said, never taking her eyes off the blade. "At least not at first. I was sent to kill him."

Jaime sat up, adjusting to listen to her story if she chose to finish it.

"I first met him on the terrace of his chambers. I wore this seductive flowy dress and a face far prettier than my own. I only needed to distract him long enough to stab him in a vital area. It was supposed to be an easy kill. I'd killed others the same way many times. Except he was handsome and witty and for some reason I hesitated...I figured what could it hurt to stay one night? I could always kill him in the morning…"

"But you didn't kill him in the morning." Jaime guessed. It wasn't a question.

"No, I didn't." She admitted, she had tears in her eyes. "And I didn't kill him the day after that, or the day after that. I stayed for nearly a month. I didn't love him, but I felt something and it was the first time I'd felt anything at for years… then my employer contacted me and reminded me to finish the job or be terminated. So I did… he had this dagger that he kept by the bed. It was a gift from his father. He was naked underneath me, and nearly asleep… and I took this dagger and plunged it into his neck… I murdered a man who seemed to care about me… for what? for money? I don't even know…"

"Gods Arya!" Jaime moved a bit closer to her and put an arm around her. For some reason, she accepted it, she accepted his comfort.