LUWIN
As Luwin returned from the Maester's Turret with his blood-letting bag, he pondered the past few eventful days. He'd been called upon more times in these past few days in his role as physician than he cared to keep record of. It all marked him as a rather strange series of incidents, seeming to build on top of one another. He hoped that this sickness that had befallen Theon would be the end of it, but for all he knew it could yet grow worse.
He did not suspect the boy had been poisoned-he had none of the common symptoms-but a nagging feeling told him that the continued lack of any other person having gotten ill bespoke of nothing else. Mayhaps he had drank something? But as far as he knew they all shared the same water and ale and from what he had seen, the boy had no private reserves in his own room. It was all so very strange, to suddenly become ill like this never bode well.
So lost in thought was Luwin that he failed to notice the young Arya bump into him at the entrance to the Great Keep, knocking the case open and the all of the materials to fall out, which included his knife, a jar of leeches, a clean roll of cloth, and a shaving basin. She didn't apologize for the action but instead offered without prompting to help him recover and gather the strewn about objects.
Luwin found the delay a bit of a nuisance, but after appropriately reminding the girl to watch where she was going, he entered the Great Keep and as he took to the steps he heard the last of Lady and Lord Stark's conversation-who had apparently stepped outside of the room to speak.
"And why do you only tell me this now?" demanded Lady Stark.
"So that you may try to understand why our children might be inclined to lie where Theon is concerned. I know it's a tremendous lot to accept, but-" and it was there that Luwin's presence was acknowledged with silence.