There was another surprise, but one far tangible for him to be grateful for. At that moment, if he had to chose between a throne and a blanket, he would have chosen the blanket immediately. Gendry immediately wrapped it around himself and dipped his chin into its war embrace. He thought that, for a moment, it even smelled like her.

"If it pleases you, m'lady." He hesitated a moment. "... thank you. For the company. And the blanket."