"A dragon still needs allies, and where to start than the wolf chased from her home?" Rhaego kept his eyes steady as he watched her, she was holding herself in a position of protection. He’d learned to read people’s body language in his teens, inhaling deeply as he clasped his hands together behind his back, opening his chest to her. Something passed overhead, casting a shadow down on them. Rhaego had no reason to worry, the cream and gold beast with wings was always watching him. "Unless the wolf isn’t interested in revenge."
Arya watched him curiously as he spoke, her eyes only parting from his once when she looked skywards as a shadow passed over them, much to quickly to be a cloud. She had heard that the Dragons had returned with their beasts, but it wasn't until now that she was paying any heed to the rumors. After a moment more of appraising him and weighing how mighty her thirst for revenge was against how little she trusted this stranger she stepped forwards, out of the shadows and into the moonlight.
"My name is Arya of House Stark, follow me, put your hood up, keep your head down, and step silently. The Faceless Men do not take kindly to strangers, and if they catch you it will be on both our heads." With that she turned on her heels, opening the doors of the house and stepping inside. Most of the men would be in their chambers at this hour but she still needed to be cautious
