When Jaime went up to his chambers for bed that night he thought he would just leave Arya to herself and not even say good night. It was probably what she wanted. She had barely spoken to him at any of the meals. He passed her open door and caught a glimpse of her with two of Gendry's swords, one in each hand. She sat on the bed just staring at them. He stopped and leaned against the doorframe to speak with her.

"We could get you a display case if you like." He said.

She glanced up at him and he could tell she was trying to decide whether to speak to him or not. "That might be nice." She finally said.

He crossed the room and stood near her. "May I see it?" She passed him one of the blades. "You weren't exaggerating. This is fine work."

"Of course it is." She said but he could see that she hid a small smile. His prasie of Gendry's work had meant something to her. If Arya ever managed a kind word about Cersei it would likely mean a great deal to him too. He didn't expect that would ever happen but it was nice to be able to say something helpful to her for once.

Jaime placed the blade back in the chest on the floor next to her bed. Then he sat down next to her on the bed. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to apologize again, to tell her that he missed her. He knew it wouldn't help if he did say those things.

"Sansa thinks I should try to forgive you." Arya said after a while.

"She does? Are you going to take your sister's advice?" Jaime asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I don't know…" Arya said confusedly.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. But I am sorry for it all the same." He told her.

She looked over at him, meeting his eyes as if trying to gauge his sincerity. "I think you really are sorry." She said with a bit of amazement. Then she became confused.

"I seem to remember you telling me you couldn't sleep alone anymore. Does that still hold true? Because I'm going to go mad if I have to spend another night alone." He told her just as sincerly.

"You can stay." She said, tears in her eyes from his words.

She didn't hug him that night. She simply curled up next to him and placed one hand on his arm. It was enough.

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"Don't you think you should start making baby clothes?" Sansa asked Arya the following afternoon. They were sitting outside in the garden and Sansa was sewing something again.

Arya looked down at her stomach. She was just begning to show signs of pregnancy. "I don't think I'd even know how." Arya said.

"I know Septa Mordane must have managed to teach you something, didn't she?" Sansa said.

"I don't need to make baby clothes." Arya said, offended. "As the Lady of Casterly Rock I can have someone else make them for me anyhow."

"Really Arya? I've never known you to depend on servants to do anything that you can do for yourself." Sansa pointed out.

Arya was at a loss. She wasn't sure she even could make anything but Sansa was right. Why shouldn't she at least make something for her own child? "If I try, will you promise not to laugh?"

Sansa suddenly looked ashamed of herself. "Oh Arya, I had forgotten all about that. I'm sorry Jeyne and I laughed at your stitches. I was a terrible sister then. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course." Arya said, reaching forward into the bag of fabric that Sansa had brought. She wasn't even sure where to begin.