It had made him smile, watching them at play. He'd never truly thought to play in the snow. For awhile, he wished he could go out and join them. Arya likely would have pulled him out there and made a game of trying to push him into the snow. She always liked the idea of trying to wrestle him down, because it would be a victory to take down someone so much bigger than her.

But he'd watched instead, accomplishing little in the interim. When she approached, he did his best to make himself look busy. But the fire had simmered down to a small warmth and the forge was chillier than usual.

"Dine? In the High Hall?" It had been one thing dining in her chambers. But this was another thing altogether. I should have taken that bloody bath. Idiot.