Chapter 4

They stuck to the woods as they traveled, not wanting to be seen nor heard as they made their way deeper in. The Lannisters were sure to hear of this and Sandor hoped they would be far enough away when that happened. It was just as the sun was setting that he called a halt, dismounting and leading them to a small clearing in the woods. Arya dismounted and saw to the horses as Sandor went to find firewood, neither had said a word to the other since they left the Inn, neither knew how to broach the gap that their argument caused earlier that morning. After the horses were fed and staked out to graze, Arya returned to find a pile of good wood to use and started the fire, while Sandor went to hunt something for them to eat. She sat back, beside the fire, watching the flames dance while she waited for him, going over the events again in her head. She was glad she had Needle back, for it was a part of her as much as her family was a part of her. Jon had given her that sword, and she felt devastated when it was taken away and worn in plain sight on that horrible mans belt! Now that she had it back, she felt whole again, complete somehow. Her thoughts were broken off when Sandor returned with two rabbits, which he skinned and cleaned and she staked out over the fire. Her eyes flit to him as he sat farther away from the fire, wondering of him. Just who WAS the Hound? What made him tick? She pulled her thoughts up short when she realized what she was thinking and scowled to herself as she turned the rabbits. Why should she care? It was only a kiss…wasn't it? Looking back at him, openly now, did she notice the blood upon his tunic and armor, frowning, she left the rabbits and went over to sit by him, motioning to his arm.

"You hurt? Perhaps I should look at it." She said softly, not wanting to incur his wrath. He glanced at her and scowled, moving away from her touch just the slightest bit and snapped back at her that he was fine! His anger, called her own as it always seemed to do and she gritted her teeth and growled right back at him! "shame though, that you have to be so damn stubborn!" She raged back at him, athourity in her voice for the first time when speaking to him. "I know you got hurt in that fight...! Stubborn! So, will you show me or will you die of blood poisoning?"

"Oh that... that's nothin' It's just a flesh wound... it'll heal." He tried to brush it off again, scowling at her look that she gives him.
"flesh wounds fester, just as easily as deep wounds Sandor...now let me see!" demand was in her voice again, there would be no debate!
"Gods! Yes mother!" He shouted and sat up, pulling the tunic over his head after taking off his outer armor, trying hard not to wince. She hides a smirk that he did as she said, only to go stock still as he pulled his tunic over his head, barring the top half of himself to her. That was unexpected! without his tunic, she sees everything...every scar, every muscle, even the way he moves as he knelt down next to her so she could see his wound. she quickly averts her eyes, least she give herself away that she had been staring...she just can't help it, she am attracted to him. Shaking her head slightly, to rid herself of staring at him, did she take his arm gently yet firmly into her grip and pulled him down so she could see his shoulder. "Flesh wound be damned...this needs tending." She scowls at him, to keep from doing anything else! "someone stuck you good..."
He watches her eyes flash and smiles to himself, so he did still have that effect on her? Good! "Aye that fucker who was with Polliver got a sucker shot." He scowls at that and lets her tend to the gash, surprised by her firm hand. She tries to be gentle, but he keeps squirming lightly under her touch. "stop moving!" She grins at him playfully. "you're making me drag this out." She gets up and goes to the nearby river and weaving a cup out of grass, comes back with it full and washes the wound gently, before mixing a certain herb in it and smearing that on as well. "If it bothers you more, it might need to be sewn, so don't be stubborn and be sure to tell me if it hurts!" She orders him, giving him a look that lets him know she means business. She can't have her Hound falling down dead on her! She tries to finish up so he doesn't hurt so much, but it is hard trying to stop the blood flow. He snarls as he feels her poking around and yelps. Gritting his teeth against the pain. "Fine! Fuck that hurts!" looks miserable. "I hate this shit." He glances up at her and softens slightly, casting her a soft smile. "But thanks for trying to help..."

She looks up at Sandor and nearly blushes, catching the way he gazes at her. "Your welcome...I did try to kill you once." She chuckles softly to herself at your yelps. It is kinda cute, coming from such a powerful man. "oh, don't be such a baby..I'm almost done!" Teases you as she tears off a part of her shirt and wraps it around his arm, trying to ignore the fact of how close they were and how warm his skin is compared to the coldness of his armor. "I mean, you DID save me, even if I did get us into that mess...just returning the favor." when in reality, she knew she would be dead without him, and now, vice versa. Finishes up and wipes her hands off on the wet grass and looks up at him. "there...done, better?"
He lets her finish, her touch and soft tone lessening the pain. "Aye... better." He gazes at her, his eyes seeking hers, trying to get her to really look at him. "I guess we're stuck with each other for a bit, eh?"

She looked up at him and graced him with a soft smile, before she caught herself and hid her emotions from him. He was getting to close again, and it confused her still. He saw her go neutral and sighed softly, nodding his thanks to her as he tried to stand. He couldn't be near her and not touch her…he wanted her, and it hurt to think that she didn't want him. Him! The mighty Hound, in pain over a wee wolf girl! He didn't understand it himself, but he saw something in her that was so much like him, saw that she understood him in a way, and he wanted it, wanted HER! She stood and tucks her arm under hisgood one, helping him up. "are you sure you should stand yet...you did lose blood." Her voice has a slight worried tone to it that it didn't have before. Sandor feels his head spin and hangs onto her to steady himself, waiting for the world to stop spinning. "Aye, maybe yer right." He gruffly says as he stumbles over to a fallen log to sit on.

"Here...sit a moment." She helps him to the log and sits you back down as she sits beside him, looking up at him with worry in her eyes. "want some water...or wine?" Hoping that they still had wine, and that he hadn't drank it all! He lays back and puts his head in her lap, sighing softly. "Nah, I'm good... just lemme lie here for a minute." Arya blinks in surprise but sits still, smiles a bit and absentmindedly starts to run her fingers lightly through his hair. When she catches herself doing it, she tells herself that she want him to feel better, and not that she is doing it because she likes to. She can feel her heart pick up in tempo but she tries to squash that as well, ignoring it. "you'll be alright soon...rest a bit. I will watch." She says softly as she watches him, taking in his form and trying hard not to admire him.
"Mmmm... thanks wee girl" He lies there enjoying her fingers in his hair, feeling content for the first time in months.

"you are welcome Sandor." She smiles to herself and just enjoys the moment...was that a smile she saw? He tilted his head back a bit to watch her, each staring into the others eyes, unmoving, unblinking, until he asked for food. She thought for a moment and chuckled, naming off what they had left and in an instant of playfulness, trailed off but left it open that she was not past offering herself for him. She went silent at that, still playing with his hair, wondering what made her say such things? Was she really falling for him? They bantered back and forth a while, each trying to get the other to say what they feel, until she realizes that they can't let things hang between them forever, and she NEEDS to hear him say what he means, what he feels. He squirmed uncomfortably in her lap when she flat out asked him what he meant, and looked away, slightly ashamed. "Nothin'...I probably shouldn't talk to you in that way... I finally got you to like me."
"I started liking you the day you agreed to take me to me mum." She blurts out and then pauses, blushing a bit. "I just didn't want to admit it, so I give you grief for fun." She gently nudges him, wanting him to continue. "come on Sandor...tell me..."

He looked up into her green eyes and relents, muttering almost incoherently. "I just like ye... and I think yer pretty." She smiles and feels the faint tinge of blush touching her cheek as she looks down at Sandor and then turns away, suddenly shy. How is it with but a few words, he could reduce her to this...a blushing, silly girl!? "Thank you Sandor...I like ye too..but pretty." She shakes her head and smirks. "to much of a tomboy in me...as father used to say. Ladies are pretty...I am not a lady."
"I think that's what I like about you most... yer not all uppity and proper. Yer... fun." He said honestly, casting her a soft smile. He was falling for her, and hard. He knew it as he lay there and watched her, he wanted her, wanted her to want him. His little wolf! She had stolen away his heart and she didn't seem to know it. "If I had to get stuck out here on this gods-forsaken road with anyone, glad it was you Arya Stark." He said softly, reaching out a hand and gently rubbed up and down her back as she held him.
"Same could be said for you, you're not as bad as I first thought." She winked at him and chuckled softly, opening up to him slowly.
"Yer the first person to be nice to me in a long while... I almost was suspicious of that at first."
"Really?" Her eyes furrow a bit at that. "the first? Well, sorry to make you suspicious, but you had every right to be. honestly, till I got to know you, I would have hit you over the head with that rock..." She teases and laughs softly. "but not anymore...promise!"

"I know that now, wolf girl" He says softly as he grins softly at her. "I just got hurt a lot and it's hard for me to trust people sometimes. But yer different. If ye really wanted me dead, I'm pretty sure you would've taken me out by now."
"If I wanted ye dead, Sandor, I would use my hands." She wiggles her hands teasingly at him and laughs. "Glad you trust me though, for I trust you as well."
"Oh would ye? Yer hands, eh?" He grins playfully at her. "What would you do? Strangle me in my sleep maybe..." He gently wraps his hands around her neck but doesn't squeeze. "like this?" He chuckles softly but likes the feel of her warm skin in his hands, and would never hurt her, not ever. She stiffens a bit, as she has a slight fear about her neck being touched after nearly being strangled once, but relaxes when she feels how gentle he is being, plus she trusts him, crazy but she does. "Naw...my hands are to small and you are to big. I'd probably use my 'claws' on ye." He gazed at her softly, wondering of her thoughts as he smiled slightly. "I'd probably like that." He chuckled and strokes her cheek with the back of his hand. "I have a feeling I'd like a lot of things from you." He shies away a bit, still not sure what the fuck he's doing. He was unsure, and she could see it in his eyes. He was just as scared and lost as she was, but was to proud to admit it. He didn't want her to think of him as a dog, and truth be told, she didn't see him that way anymore, for she hadn't called him "Hound" since he kissed her. That image of him was slowly fading away, being replaced with a feeling she couldn't name.

He sat up and smiled at her, going to go get a blanket to keep her warm, as the night was growing chilly quick. While he was doing that, she had made a herb drink for him and held out the cup when he returned. "Humor me. This will help stave off infection." He took the cup and downed it in one swallow, grimacing and tossing the cup aside. "I hope so wolf girl, now come here…let me keep you warm." Shyly, she stood and walked towards him, kneeling down in front of where he sat, did she let him wrap the blanket around her and pull her close to his side. They both sighed, almost instantaneously as they curled up with each other. He lightly kissed the top of her head and looked down at her. "You warm now wolf girl?" He asked softly.
"Very...Thanks." a faint smile crosses her face as she tilts her head up a bit to steal a peek at him, wondering what he is thinking. "I don't want to go to the Veil Sandor." She says softly to him.
"I...I..." She trails off and looks back at the fire, unable to explain how she feels.
"Hey now... He lifts her chin and looks at her. "we don't have to go there if ye don't want... I'll take you wherever you want to go. I promised to look after you and I will, wee girl."
"What if I didn't want to go anwhere..." She asks in a small voice. "What if.." She licks her lips and meets his eyes. "What if I wanted to stay...with you?" she held her breath, not realizing she was doing so as she gazed up at him. He gently strokes her cheek and smiles down at her, happy to hear those words... suddenly leans down and brushes his lips over hers, growling softly, tightening his hold on her, pulling her closer to him. He knew in that instant that he was never letting her go, no matter what! she released the breath she was holding at his smile, and hugged him tighter as he held her. shyly, she kissed him and her heart leapt, but slowly pulled back and gazed up at him. She cared for him, wanted to stay with him, she wouldn't deny that. " Don't go where I can't follow.." She whispers softly to him. "Promise me.." she didn't care in what form they were...friends, lovers..mates..she would not take more then he could give, nor would she ask him to..he was all she had left, and she didn't want to lose again. He looks her firmly in the eye, seeing her desire, he love for him and was almost overwhelmed. This wild, fierce she wolf loved him! HIM! No way was he letting her get away now! "I won't... I promise" He whispers huskily back and deepens his kiss and moans helplessly, his desire for her driving him half mad. she saw the look in his eyes and knew he felt...something...for her. what it was, she was still not sure yet. almost overcome with desire, did she utter a soft growl at his kiss, leaning up to deepen it as well, wrapped in the blanket, she couldn't really move, but just being held was enough for her as she pulled back again to gasp for much needed air, her mouth gone dry, her heart racing...yet something, in the back of her mind nagged her...she wanted him, in more ways then one...but what made her pause? "Sandor..." freeing a hand, she gently caressed his face, watching him, watching her, shivering slightly as she tried to control herself. he was so tempting and she cared for him. "Aye wee girl?" wonders if he had gone too far again and waiting for her to turn her soft caress on his cheek into a slap. she bit her lip hard, to stop the words from coming out of her mouth, no matter how badly she wished to say them, she was still so confused...so hard she nearly tasted blood. she shook her head slightly as she gazed at him, resting her hand lightly behind his neck, holding him close. how to say how one feels without making it awkward later...when the night ebbs slowly to day and things whispered to each other in the shadows lifts and are there for all to see? He shivers at the touch of her hand on the back of his neck and wraps the blanket back around her. "Hush now... I'm sorry sweet girl. Dammit I've gone and done it again, haven't I?" He seess at the pain in her eyes. "Bugger me... I'm a dumb old dog." She looks up at him, fire in her eyes and shakes her head. "No, you haven't, Just the opposite, for it is not pain I feel, but love!" She blushes deep crimson when she realizes she said that out loud, and finding that she doesn't want to take it back either! "You are nothing of the sort Sandor...and I can't help it! All this time, you have watched over me, protected me...I feel drawn to you in ways I can not explain." She shakes her head slightly. "I just...can't explain it better then that. If any fault is to be laid, it must rest with me...I am falling...and not sure that I want to stop."

He listens to her as she spills her heart out and gently rocks her in his arms. "It's okay... I was struggling with it too. I can't help the way I feel, Arya." loves the sound of her name on his lips. "All I know is that I want you and want to be with you. I want us to brave this war- torn land together and try to claw back some sort of life for ourselves." He looks at her and smiles gently, hoping his words are reassuring to her. For a moment, all she could do was stare at him. had she just heard him right? Did he really love her, as much as she loved him? so many questions flew around in her mind, that she couldn't grasp just one as he rocked her in his arms. His arms, the one place she felt safe, that she wanted to be. She was where she wanted to be, with him, nothing else mattered. "You were as well? Really?" She looks up at him, leaning back into his arms as if she belonged there. "It doesn't matter where I go, Sandor, long as you go with me." He gazed down at her, lightly running his fingers through her hair, enjoying the time with her. She chuckles softly, not sure why, just overly happy as she nuzzled into his hand, his touches send tiny tingles up and down her scalp. He lets go of her hair and traces a finger down her cheek, then trails his hand down to her breast and softly squeezes her there as he moves his head and bites down on her neck, totally lost in his desire for her. She gasps softly at his caress and for a moment, everything goes still! There's a line, about to be crossed and once it is, they can not take it back. She opens her mouth to say something...anything but the second he bites her, everything just floods away on a tide of pleasure. Sensitive as she is, biting is one weakness of hers! growling/purring softly, does she tilt her head to the side to give him better access, her breathing hitches as she grasp wildly for control. it hasn't gone to far...yet. "Easy...not so hard." She whispered softly to him. He growls and wraps his other arm around her waist, pulling her in tighter against him, breathing hard against her neck as he bites and kisses her down her shoulder, groaning softly with need. She closes her eyes and shivers in his arms, enjoying the sensations he brings her, allowing them to fill her up. Hisses softly at the feel of his teeth against her sensitive skin, and reaches up a hand to thread into his hair, slightly pulling, to keep him there! she gasps softly in delight , her whole body slowly warming under his bites and kisses. "Sandor...gods...!"
He whispers her name, softly. "Arya... please girl..." He pulls her down on the blanket with him, running his hand across her belly and down between her legs, feeling her heat there... grabbing the back of her head with his other hand, brushing his lips against hers, softly sucking her lower lip then kissing her deeply again! She moans softly at his touch, never having been touched there before and for a moment, brief fear flickers up in her, squashed quickly by the his kiss. She trails her hands slowly down his body, touching, learning as she leans up and kisses him hard, slipping her tongue in to taste him. "Sandor..." She shivers as he says her name, hearing the desire and passion in his voice, echoing his own back to him as she wraps one arm firmly around his neck, the other lightly making its way across his sides and stomach, to shy to go any lower on me own. He feels her tense then relax as he touches her, relieved that he hasn't scared her. He breaks their kiss and gazes into her piercing green eyes as he slowly runs his hand under her tunic, pushing it aside and moving his head to her nipple, softly sucking her there. He takes her hand that has tentatively stopped on his stomach and boldly push it further downward, flicking his tongue over her as he moved his head to her other breast, aching for her to touch him. He lets out a low groan from deep within his chest as he softly kisses and sucks her warm skin. Moments pass as they stare at each other, each wondering just how far the other is willing to go. She lays perfectly still as she feels his hand slip under her tunic, and push it away, nearly coming off the blanket the second his lips touch her! She moans softly at the feelings, and growls in pleasure as she tries to hold still. Pauses for but a moment when she feels him take her hand and move it lower, shivering deep inside when she suddenly feels him against her palm, even through his trousers, he is huge! Trying to think clearly, yet fails due to the wonderful sensations he brings her, does she find herself boldly untying the laces about his waist and shoving her hand slowly inside, gasps when takes him gently into her hand and begins slow, soft strokes. this is a new sensation and she relishes it, watching him for his reactions, wondering if she is doing it right..or if she should have done that at all! He shudders and moans softly as she wraps her hand around his cock. "Yesss... my girl..." Loving the feel of her cool hand stroking him, he finds her lips again and kisses her hard, rolling her onto her back and moving over her, pulling at her trousers and sliding his hand down inside, feeling her wetness on his fingertips as he gently slides one inside her, looking to her for any sign of wanting him to stop. He gently rubs her clit between his thumb and finger, breathing harder as desire to take her begins to overwhelm him. Encouraged by his words and reaction, she grips his cock more firmly and continue with the soft, slow strokes, picking up speed one moment, then slowing back down the reaction is different, each time she does so and it floods her with warmth to know that she makes him feel that way. She stiffens again, when she feels his finger slide into her. it hurts just a little but the moment he finds her Spot, her eyes flutter and she growls up at him. "Sandor...please.." She whispers to him softly, not really sure what she is asking for, but knowing that she wants you...have always wanted you. She writhes under him as he strokes her faster, his touch, hiskisses, are driving her mad! He gently takes her hand away and settle between her thighs, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and gently prodding her with it, teasing her for a moment wanting to make sure she is ready... then with a soft moan he starts to push inside her, Gods she feels amazing! So hot and tight around him! He gazes into her eyes before he go any further. "Okay wolf girl?" He murmurs in her ear. He feels the head of his cock pulsing, aching to bury it inside her... holding back not wanting to force her. She moves her hand back to wrap around his waist, in order to hold him close, knowing what is to come and both fearing and desiring it! Arches up as he teases her, only to stiffen, ramrod straight as he starts to push in. Bloody Hells, it hurts and only her burying her face into the crook of his neck keeps her from crying out! Slowly, she relaxes, when she realizes he isn't moving and leans back to look back up at him, trust and love, shines in her eyes as she meets his. "Yes Sandor...Please...!" She gasps out softly, for there is no way he could ever force her. She wants him, in all ways! He feels her wince and stiffen and he stops, only to hear her ask him for more. He nods and smilse softly at her, seeing her desire burning in her eyes. He rolls his hips and gives her a hard thrust, moving deeper inside her! Oh gods you feel incredible! Her entire body jolts at the pleasure/pain she feels the deeper he pushes into her. her grip turns to iron around him as she locks one hand roughly around his neck and kisses him passionately. Her free hand rests against the small of his back in an attempt to keep him inside her. So big...however does it fit!? still, She arches her hips, growling louder to take him deeper, pain fading away to intense pleasure as she nuzzles him gently before kissing him again. He feels her writhe and arch beneath him as he pulls back and begin thrusting inside her with long, loving strokes, returning her kiss and moaning with desire as he moves inside her, loving the little growls of pleasure escaping her lips. Her moans grow as she finds the rhythm in which he moves, and she arches up to meet his thrusts. He feels wonderful, never has she felt anything like this before as her body turns warm under his touch, and everything tingles as they move together slowly. Trailing her nails down his back, does she leave tiny red rivers to mark him, kissing down his neck and nipping at him lightly. He hits a spot in just the right way that she gasps and bites him slightly harder then she meant to, as she moans loudly!

Feeling her move with him, he throws his head back and groans loudly as his breathing becomes ragged, driving his cock deep inside her again and again, moaning as her nails dig into his back, grinding against her and rubbing along her clit, losing himself inside her. "Oh Arya... Gods!" He roars her name as she bit down on his shoulder, utterly overwhelmed by their passion now, he bites down on her neck, trying not to lose it..every muscle in his body screaming to let go inside her as he buries his cock into her over and over. She loves the sounds he makes, it only fuels her on to see how many she can tear from his lips as she starts exploring! She never misses a beat as she trails her lips down his neck to his shoulders, nipping harder then before, remembering every time he jump or twitch so that she can please him later. Groans and claws at him as she feels something inside her building, as she grows steadily warmer. "Sandor...Gods above...Please, Sandor...I love you...Please!" She wants to wait for him as she feels it build and burn, pleasure wafting up inside her, threatening to drown her as she feels him quiver above her, nuzzling him as he bites her again.

"Love you... too... oh fuck!" He loses all control and fly off the edge, convulsing on top of her and crashing his hips against her with one final deep thrust as he comes hard inside her, flooding her with heat, He buries his face in her neck, rocking her with his hips as his release surges through him. She cries out in pure unadulterated bliss as she feels him release within her, it triggering her own as she shudders and convulses under him, nails buried deep into the skin of his back as she continues to rock with him, falling slowly back down to earth where she lays gasping for air, still holding him, feeling so warm and sated. Her entire being trembles slightly, is warm to the touch. slowly relaxes and reaches up to run her fingers lightly through his hair, smiling softly to herself as she waits for feeling to come back to her toes...they having gone numb in her release. He growls softly and murmuring in her ear as he feels her come hard around him, squeezing his cock and tearing at the flesh on his back, stunned by the force of it. "Oh gods..!" He can't form a coherent word as he settles back on top of her, loving the way she plays with his hair. He lets out a heavy sigh and nudges her with his hips, wanting to stay inside her. She chuckles softly as she wraps her arms lightly around him, not wanting him to move. looks up at him, reaches up to caress his face so that he looks at her, gracing him with a soft yet happy smile. "I love you.." She whispers to him softly, and means it...all that she can think to say at the moment, words having fled me. She meant it, yet she does not expect him to say them back, She says them because she can...and because it is true. She don't want this moment to end, time..can stop right here, for now, She is completely happy! He gazes down at her and smiles when she says those words to him, knowing it's not easy for her to say them. He gently brushes the hair from her eyes and strokes her cheek. "I love you too, wolf girl... yer so amazing to me." He shivers as an aftershock runs down his spine. "Seven hells... that felt incredible" He leans in and kisses her, softly biting her lower lip. Her smile brightens at hearing his words. He said them back to her, and she knew by the way he looked at her that he meant them. Moving ever so slightly to get more comfy, does she hug him tight, cuddling into his arms. "Aye, that it was...simply amazing!"

"Sorry... I'm gonna crush you if I stay here like this." He chuckles and gives her a smile , then gently pulls out of her with a soft groan, rolling to her side and pulling her into his arms. She turns and cuddles up beside him, wrapping her arms around his as he holds her, her head resting again on his chest. "I don't think you could ever do that Sandor." She giggles softly. "You're not that heavy." She kisses him softly before cuddling closer, she likes the sound of his heart beating against her ear. it is soothing, much like his hold about her. "That was...wow...I have no words."

"Ye can do anything ye like to this ol' dog... I love how you touch me" He strokes her hair as he speaks softly to her, enjoying the way she wraps around him and plays with his chest hair, his heart still pounding from the passionate release they've just shared. S"o... Am I the first man you've killed?" He laughs softly.

"Aye, the very first." She laughs with him, tilts her head up just a bit to smile at him. "It didn't hurt near as bad as I thought it would...considering.." Her eyes flick down and then back up again, blushing faintly. "are all men as big as you or are you just lucky?" She giggles softly. He laughs at that as he held her. "I think the gods gave me that to make up for the idiot brother they bestowed upon me." He leans back and stares up at the stars. "I'm glad I didn't hurt you. I could never hurt you…" He yawns sleepily, content in this world with her. She snuggled closer to him, wrapping one arm around his chest and yawing after he did. " hey, those things are contagious." She smirks and blinks a bit, sleep fast approaching her. She fought its hold, not wanting to fade into dreams just yet, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her, the sounds of his breathing, and his heart beating rapidly under her ear. she sighed softly, happily as she relaxed. "You didn't hurt me Sandor." She says softly, fighting the pull of her eyes closing. "You never could." She cuddles and nuzzles him. "I love you so.." her words slur a bit as sleep begins to take its hold, pulling her under into dreams. He feels her relax and her breathing become steady and smiles and kisses the top of her head. "Good night ... sweet dreams my Arya Stark"