Arya sat sewing in her chambers with Sansa because the rain outside was coming down far too hard for them to even think about sitting in the garden.

"Looks like you're nearly finished." Sansa commented as Arya came to the end of her seam. "What are you making?"

"It just a sleeping gown." Arya said. She knew Sansa wanted to see what she had made but Arya didn't want to show her just yet.

"Interesting choice of colors." Sansa said.

The sleeping gown was of a gray fabric and the thread Arya had chosen was golden yellow.. In effect it meant that all the hems and seams were embellished with yellow. It was not a flattering combination of colors.

"It was all I could do...for Gendry." Arya said. The Baratheon House colors were black and yellow but Gendry had never been legitimized. Even so, his execution had proved his legitimacy. Arya couldn't openly dress her child in Baratheon colors without drawing suspicion but there was enough similarity with Baratheon yellow and Lannister gold that she felt safe enough to add the color to Stark gray.

"Of course." Sansa nodded, understanding. "May I see it?"

Arya reluctantly handed over the garment. Sansa held it up. It really didn't look so bad. The sleeves were both the same length. The stitches were mostly straight along the hem even if a few of the underneath ones weren't so good. Arya was tempted to think that she hadn't done so badly as she'd expected. Still, she waited for Sansa's approval.

"This is the first thing you've made since we were children?" Sansa asked.

Arya nodded, waiting.

"This is well done." Sansa said. "I think maybe it's easier for you to sew when you are doing it for someone you love than when it is simply a chore that has been chosen for you. I always liked sewing, but I think maybe you needed to have a reason to do it. Now you have one."

"Maybe." Arya said, breathing a sigh of relief that Sansa had approved of her sewing. She didn't know why it should matter so much. "How many of these do you think I should make? How much does one baby need?"

"A lot. Babies make such a mess and they grow ever so fast." Sansa said with a smile then her look saddened.

Arya suddenly understood why her sister was sad. "How long have you and Harry been married now?"

"Long enough that there should have been children already." Sansa said sadly.

"I'm sure it's not too late...you're both young and…" Arya began but Sansa was shaking her head.

"I spoke to the Maester. He said there is something wrong with my womb, that it is at the wrong angle and that it may take a long time before I am able to have a child." Sansa explained.

"Then it's not impossible. There's still time." Arya said hopefully.

"I know." Sansa said, wiping away a stray tear. "I just have to be patient."

"Sorry to disturb you m'lady." Genna said from the doorway. "His lordship bid me tell you that his brother has arrived for a visit and will be joining you for dinner in the solar."

Arya was a little surprised by this news. "Thank you Genna." The maidservant left them alone again.

"Oh gods…" Sansa said. "I haven't seen Tyrion since I was married to him."

"I haven't seen him since he was trying to convince our queen not to kill me." Arya said.

"I think he has done a lot of that, a lot of convincing kings and queens to do what is right." Sansa said. "If you don't mind, I think I'll take dinner with Harry. He's not really feeling up to leaving his chambers just yet, and I'm not feeling up to the awkwardness of a Lannister family dinner."

"If only I could find an excuse to escape it too." Arya laughed.

When it came time for dinner, Arya joined the Lannister brothers in the solar.

"You are looking much better than when I last saw you my lady." Tyrion said to her.

Arya wasn't sure what to say to that. She never knew what to say to him. When she had last seen him she had been a wreck. Her husband had just died, she had been injured, and the queen had wanted her executed on the spot. Arya couldn't remember what Tyrion had said to stop the queen. She had been in too much pain both physically and emotionally for much of it to reach her, but she knew that it had been his words that had saved her life.

"I can't say that I remember actually seeing you at all when you last saw me. I was somewhat distracted." Arya said. "Whatever you said to the queen, I thank you for it. I know I would be dead had you not interfered."

"You are most welcome." Tyrion said. "It was the only way I could thank you for saving my life in Essos."

"I haven't heard this story." Jaime said as they all sat down at the table. "It sounds like it might be an interesting tale."

"Well, it happened that I was sent by Dany to the Iron Bank in Braavos to obtain money for her journey west." Tyrion explained. "I'm good at talking. It wasn't hard to convince them that the Targaryen with the dragons was the rightful queen and the most likely monarch to be able to make a return on their investment. The problem being that I had just been loaned a massive sum of money and some of the local people thought this would be a good time to rob me."

"I was in a tavern across the square from the bank when he arrived." Arya said, "I heard some men talking about a dwarf who had gone into the bank. They decided that since he was a small man, he would be easy to rob. They planned to wait for him to come out and take everything then. I followed them out of the tavern and when they attacked him…"

"Have you seen her fight, Jaime?" Tyrion asked, "It was like a dance. I've seen lots of knights fight. I've been in battles. I've never seen anything like the water dance. She took down those two men rather quickly. They ran away screaming. It was really quite hilarious watching them go. More hilarious was the look on her face when she realized who I was. For a moment there, I thought she might use that sword of hers on me. She didn't. She asked me what I was doing there. She asked me if I had any news from Westeros about Sansa. Then I asked her why she had helped me."

"I told him the truth." Arya said. "I told him that I hated it when bigger people hurt smaller people just because they could. I told him it didn't matter who he was, those men from the tavern were the reason the world is such a messed up place and I wasn't going to stand by and do nothing about it."

"I share your sentiments my lady," Tyrion went on. "I hate it when bigger people hurt smaller ones just because they can. I am hoping to prevent that very scenario in the coming months. That's why I am here."

"What exactly does that mean?" Jaime asked.

"It means that if I am suspicious about the timing of Arya's pregnancy, the queen might soon share my suspicions as well." Tyrion said, "We haven't spoken of it at all. I just need to have a story and a plan ready for her when she does eventually bring it up. So tell me Jaime, is the child yours?"