Gendry received more assistance than he would have liked in the washing up. A serving girl scrubbed his back for him, clipped his hair, and even gave him a long overdue shave. It was a rare thing for him to feel his chin so smooth. Since he'd starting to grow a beard, he'd only rarely had time to take a knife and keep it trimmed. After that, he was shown one of Lord Jon Arryn's suits to wear. He'd though to ask if his father had left any from his time being fostered here, but he realized that was so long ago that the clothes might have long rotted away.

He was offered silk, but he instead chose Jon's more knightly attire. It was meant for traveling on the road and not for sitting in halls to eat. The garb was not the most appropriate, but it was thicker and more coarse than the softer clothes he'd been offered instead. Gendry felt a bit more comfortable that way, even if only a little. But the bright colors made him feel as though he was a walking target.

When he arrived at the High Hall, there was only Alayne sitting. Food was still being set out, but the feast had largely been assembled. Only the boy lord and his maester had yet to be in attendance. Warily, Gendry approached the table and rested a hand on the back of a chair.

"M'lady," he said in greeting. "Am I late?"