"I will speak to someone about taking Jon Arryn's things out of storage. His wife wanted them kept for Robin, when he's older, but..." Pursed lips. She weighed her risk. "He won't fill them the way he did. You, on the other hand--"

At long last, a credible reason to take careful stock of Gendry's frame. Until now, she felt guilty in doing so. Sinful, almost. Because she'd long ago associated such admiration with subjugation, and she shied from making anyone feel that way. But the manageress of a household had to be allowed the freedom to size up a man and guess at what would fit him.

"They may just about fit you. At least, it was said that Lord Arryn was also broad in the shoulder."