She regretted her fur-fringed dress. It was one of her warmer ones, and the forge was still so hot. She had no notion of it cooling soon, and so she fanned her face with a flattened hand. The heat wasn't like summer days in King's Landing; it was more like how the stones drank in the heat provided subterranean hot springs piped through Winterfell. Therefore, the heat felt familiar. Comfortable. And even more comforting was the fact that Gendry had diverted his attention from the matter of her once-almost-husband. Such a diversion allowed her to look at him again, and to note the light sheen of exertion on his skin. How rewarding it must feel...

"Why wouldn't you?" She asked, bewildered by a smith who wasn't looking for a profit.