Arya has left.
She didn't explain herself well, but she told him it was better if she stayed a couple of nights in an inn, or something.
"I've been distracting you," she had purr in his ear as he finished a set of arrow heads.
He had wanted her to stay, but he would never force her to stay if she didn't want to.
He lets her go hoping she'll be back.
It started to look like a rutine, she leaving for a couple of days each moon, just to return as if nothing had happened.
Arya never explained herself; she would just tell him a bunch of lies and then leave. The one upside was that she always missed him, so she would come back a little handier than usual. They would always end up fucking, and Gendry would lose all day with her. No armour, no sword, no delivery could be important enough for him to distract himself from his little lady.
"Gen," she mewled, the last part of his name forgotten, "come back to bed."
He obliged carrying a jug with boiled water to drink and offering some to her.
"I missed you," he tells her, "more than the last times."
She smiles and leaves the jug besides his window, pulling him to her. "I missed you too," she says and starts kissing his neck, "I always miss you, every time."
So don't leave he wants to say, stay with me.
He never finds the words as her hand finds his cock.
Arya comes to him, the night before Full Moon and he knows.
"You want me to prepare something for you?" he asks, trying to sound as supportive as possible, "for tomorrow?"
She doesn't say anything, but by her expression he knows she is surprised.
"No, I hope it won't be long." She is biting her lip, balancing her weight from one foot to the other. "I'll leave early in the morning, I…" he can see she is nervous so he kisses her.
"Come to bed, you ain't leaving 'till tomorrow."
In the morning she is putting on her clothes, not the dress he met her with, but other clothes she had brought with her when she started living with him; breaches, a tunic, some leathers.
She looks at him and smiles when she notices he is awake.
"Hey," he greets and she smiles even wider.
"Hey."
"You leaving already?" she simply nods and he sits on the bed, nodding as well.
He wished he could tell her something.
"Take my hood." He says his voice still raspy.
"What?"
He stands, not bothering with clothes since she has seen him naked plenty of times and walks to where he keeps his hooded cape, the red one he lend her when they first met.
"It is starting to chill during the nights, and who knows if it will rain," he says as he puts his cape around her shoulders, tying it. "Take it. I won't need it until you come back."
She smiles and stands on the tips of her toes.
"I'll be back soon."