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Years passed, and Arya grew to find Storm's End as beautiful as the Winterfell of her childhood.

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Could you write in detail of the first few nights of the Nights Watch recruits traveling in Yoren's group? I'd like to see Gendry's first impressions of "Arry" in the books---At night Gendry wakes up and hears faint sniffle/ragged breath near him and notices that "Arry" is crying himself to sleep (before Arya ran out of tears to shed). He is unsure whether he should reach out and comfort the other orphan and decides to keep a closer watch on him.

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The first few nights pass in a flurry for Gendry, caught between enjoying the silent euphoria of leaving the wretched city behind and his own annoyance at Tobho for selling him to the Nights Watch. If his first words to the little orphan Arry left any impression on him, he doesn’t show it outwardly, but he can’t shake the feeling that something is -off about him. So he trails behind the group, bull helmet in hand as he watches the boy from a distance.

When Arry stops to pluck a wildflower from the side of the Kingsroad on the second day Gendry stiffens, he couldn’t say it was unusual -everyone had their own tastes- but there was something oddly soft in the way Arry’s tears began to well with unshed tears. Tears that quickly dried when Hotpie’s teasing earned him a cold slap on the arm with the flatside of the thin sword. And for a moment Gendry fights to suppress a bubble of laughter before Arry eyes him defiantly.

That night he moves in the shadows before settling just shy of a yard from where Arry’s sitting against a boulder. He watches as the other boy twists his blade between nimble fingers and finds himself itching to touch steel again. “Can I see?” he wonders, earning him a momentarily cold stare before Arry relents and stands to hand him the blade. It’s as light as he remembered from the first day, thin but sturdy -and absolutely covered in dirt. Grumbling slightly at the state of the weapon Gendry barely utters a word before he rips a piece of cloth from his shirt and spits on it. “Hey, what-” he ignores Arry's protest as he’s already running the piece over the steel, long smooth strokes until the metal begins to shine in speckled moonlight. “you’ll need a wet stone and oil if you want to keep it from rusting.. wax’ll do in a pinch.” Arry stares at him as he hands the sword back, the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips and sudden memory of the Lords daughters that used to visit the shop flits through his mind. The moment passes as quickly as it came, and Arry wanders back to his place against the boulder.

By the fifth day Gendry welcomed the routine of their endless march North. The humid southern weather off the eastern forces most to shed their clothes in an effort to stay cool. Only Arry refuses, his rough spun shirt stuck to his back, framing the small thin body underneath. The voice in his head wanders back to the Lords daughters and the way the boy had twirled the wildflower between his fingertips. Something still doesn’t sit quiet right with him. It’s only when Gendry listens to Arry’s little list for the fifth night that he notices the intermittent sniffling between names. He had heard the sound before, when his mother had fought to keep herself from crying. The realization dawns on him like a muted punch in the chest -she was a girl. Arry was a girl! It made sense. The flowers, the small frame, the tilt of her smile, and the funny way she spoke. It only heightened his concern, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Taking solace in having found out the truth, Gendry settles in for the night beside Lommy, letting her soft voice wash over him once again. What was a girl doing with the Nights Watch?

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Chapters of A Song of Ice & Fire - A Clash of Kings - Arya VIII A shiver crept up Arya’s spine as she watched them pass under the iron portcullis of Harrenhal. Suddenly she knew that she had made a terrible mistake. I’m so stupid, she thought. Weese did not matter, no more than Chiswyck had. These were the men who mattered, the ones she ought to have killed. Last night she could have whispered any of them dead, if only she hadn’t been so mad at Weese for hitting her and lying about the capon. Lord Tywin, why didn’t I say Lord Tywin? Perhaps it was not too late to change her mind. Weese was not killed yet. If she could find Jaqen, tell him... Hurriedly, Arya ran down the twisting steps, her chores forgotten. She heard the rattle of chains as the portcullis was slowly lowered, its spikes sinking deep into the ground...and then another sound, a shriek of pain and fear.