Petyr was a pillar. He wasn't a grand man. He wasn't a strong man. But he was solid, and he stood solidly on this ancient stone no matter how new he was to it. He acted as though he belonged here, and as though Gendry did not. There is no harm in making the lad feel a little unwelcome; with any luck, he will cling to her all the more fiercely for it.

"Winter is coming," he said with a slight sneer. "Most of our household has left for lower altitudes. I find we have rooms available and work needing to be done before my daughter and I join them at Lord Nestor Royce's table."

He watched Gendry as he walked side-by-side from the Eyrie's dungeons. The trek was not a long one, but it was a good chunk of distance to reach the more noble elements of the castle. The blanket surprised him; he'd known Sansa was visiting the prisoner, but he had not detected the loss of the blanket. Clever girl.

"Alayne is in the library. See to it that she knows you're out."