Gendry was trying his hardest to pay due respect to the boy, but he found it taxing to do so. In Fleabottom, a boy that would tell such stories was likely to get ignored at best. Or beat at worst. But Gendry could do neither and had to treat these words as he would from any great lord.

For a moment he noted Alayne's silence. That was more like the woman he'd been coming to know.

"She says you might like a helmet, one like a proper knight. I thought to make you one at your forge. It would be like a falcon, fit for a true Arryn, if it pleases you, m'lord."