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[steeledskin]

This problem became immediately apparent to her, too. Custom might require Gendry to sit as far away from her as possible, but custom also decreed that she was the acting head of this household in Lord Baelish's absence. Maester Colemon was an old curmudgeon, but he wouldn't kick up much of a fuss if she commanded the smith to sit at her side; at mealtimes, he was far too preoccupied with the arduous task of getting Robin to finish his plate.

A glint of mischief appeared in Sansa's expression. "Here," she touched the ornate wooden bauble topping the back of the chair next to her own. "It's nearer the fire. I assume, naturally, that being near it is your preference."

He had looked so at home between the flying sparks and the forge's glow.

[bullhorned]

The heat of the fire was welcome in the cold hall. In other places, the halls were cold enough he shivered. Here at least the distant glow of the fire promised warmth. Not nearly as much as the forge, though. My forge. For a few days more.

"If it pleases, m'lady."

He rounded the table and stood behind the seat, but felt keenly aware of how close this would be putting her near her. He just had to eat and pay that no mind. She was a lady and they'd have others watching besides.

"It all smells good."

[steeledskin]

She breathed in through her nose. Yes, she supposed it did smell lovely. But it smelled the same as almost any meal she'd had in the Eyrie -- meat. Meat meat and more meat, covered in herbs and wines. The only thing she missed about King's Landing was the delicate taste of some fish dishes and the craftsmanship displayed in their pastries.

Sansa returned to her seat, thereby freeing him of his duty to remain standing.

[bullhorned]

Gendry slumped into his seat beside her. He leaned forward, elbows planted on the table, and peered into the fire.

"What are they like? The Royces?"

[steeledskin]

"Traditionally, their house is seated at Runestone. But Nestor Royce--"

There was no delicate way to explain how Petyr had bought Nestor's support by raising him to lordship with a cadet branch: House Royce of the Gates of the Moon. "Lord Nestor supports my father's cause; the rest of his family -- Lord Yohn back in Runestone? Decidedly does not."

[bullhorned]

He wasn't sure what to make of that, other than it means lords squabbling with one another. He didn't care much for her father, but he knew well enough that he belonged to him now. And if this Lord Yohn decided to do something about it...

"Will it come to battle?"

[steeledskin]

"No." She sounded so sure of herself. Or else, sure of Lord Baelish. "The Lords Declarant attempted to place the Eyrie under siege, not long ago. They have since abandoned the effort."

[bullhorned]

"Good for them. The rest of the bloody country is at war. The Vale seems the only place not tearing itself apart."

It's why going here was so stupid. They ought to have left well enough alone. But the Lady...

The Lady's rage had only grown when she learned of her sister's death.

[steeledskin]

"My father is a man of peace. He wants little more than to see the Seven Kingdoms happy once again."

This, she knew, was a lie. She thought many fine things of Petyr Baelish, but she knew he wasn't a proponent of peace. He liked the advantages gained by playing peaceful, and he knew how to make it appear as though he took a higher road. But he had arranged regicide with such cold ease. And he lied like he was born to it.

"I suppose a blacksmith would not welcome peace."

[bullhorned]

Gendry looked at her and frowned. That she would imply that was insulting. And wrong, besides.

"My master made a good living before the war broke out. I'd rather keep my skin than earn a few gold pieces in my pocket."

[steeledskin]

Your master worked in a city; cities, even in times of peace, need a tremendous amount of steel. She held her tongue. There was once a time when she thought things of such little consequence that she never feared to share them. But lately, her thoughts were complex and often treasonous. Sansa had to keep her own counsel on many a subject.

"Certainly; I apologize. If I disparaged your master or you, it was not my intention." Men have risked skins for gold pieces for centuries. Her true thoughts slipped between the cracks of the stilted courtesy she wielded like a shield. "I have nothing but tremendous respect for the craftsmen of all Seven Kingdoms."

I wonder if your master made metal sing for Lannister soldiers; for Kingsguard; for the King's Justice.

[bullhorned]

"Most Lords don't think like that," he answered. "But I'm not disparaged any." He repeated the word hesitantly. He didn't know the meaning.

"But I didn't want any war. I've been in the middle of it ever since they chopped off the Hand's head. From the Watch to Harenhal to the Brotherhood all the way to Storm's End. I'll be glad to see the end of it."

[steeledskin]

"Me, too."

At least this was not a lie. Sansa wanted the war over; her stakes in its outcome had dwindled to such narrow hopes. Could it truly be that she had once dared to imagine her brother pressing his claim straight to King's Landing, and taking Joffrey's head?

Here they sat: two refugees of wars amongst men they could not hope to control. Him, buffeted from place to place. And her, handed from husband to husband. Would he hate her, she wondered, if he learned that she was still married?

If he knew, would he still steal glances from across the force? Sansa swallowed hard and reached for her cup.

"...What did Arya Stark have to say about the war?"

[bullhorned]

"Arya?" He was surprised that the young Stark girl was brought up so suddenly. Even now, he was wondering how these two knew each other. Arya had never told him much about friends, but they'd never really had time to talk. It had always been about destinations. Winterfell, with Bran and the other one. Or finding Robb Stark. Her mother, Catelyn. She had a bastard brother on the Wall, as well. When they were still with Yoren, she had even suggested he go find Jon Snow and give him news.

"Don't really know. She went through a lot, getting to where she was. She used to do this thing... at night. She'd whisper these names. She didn't think I heard her, but I did. They were all the names of people she hated. The longer we traveled, the list got longer. Sometimes shorter... but usually just longer. I think if she had the chance, she would have tried to fight them all herself. Especially with that little sword of hers she had."

[steeledskin]

"...Who was on her list?"

She was ashamed to feel a sort of self-preserving dread, fearing she may find her own name amidst the rest.

[bullhorned]

"The King, the Queen. Others like the Hound, the Mountain. The people that killed Yoren. Can't say I recall all the names. They were all Lannisters, though."

[steeledskin]

I am a Lannister, now. Tenuously so. Did that give Arya the right to curse her? No. But a dozen other things did.

"I wrote that letter we spoke of, days ago. I have not sent it yet. I thought I might pass some small pieces of news, but perhaps she already knows of what happened to her sister...?"

Gently, she fished.

[bullhorned]

Gendry simply looked lost.

"Her sister...?"

[steeledskin]

"There are two Stark daughters. Arya is the younger; did she really never mention her sister to you...?"

Perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps Sansa wanted it, too: to fade from Arya's thoughts, and not become a part of her bitter prayer.

[bullhorned]

It was strange, he thought, that Arya would never mention a sister. He supposed that meant she was dead. Or perhaps in Winterfell. Which, he realized, would likely mean the same thing. Still, curiosity got the best of him.

"I suppose it never came up. Were you friends with her, too? What happened to her?"

[steeledskin]

"Good friends. I was better friends with her sister than I ever was with Arya." And isn't that the truth. "But she was--" Engaged to a cruel lord was a story she'd already told. "She was wed to the imp. Tyrion Lannister."

[bullhorned]

Tyrion Lannister... Gendry had seen him before, from a distance. But he'd never met him. All the same, the thought of Arya's sister marrying not only a dwarf, but a Lannister at that...

"I suppose that's why she never said anything. She was trying to get to her family. Her mum, her brothers, uncles, or whatever she could manage. Trying to find her sister would just get her captured." The Imp... "But the imp killed the king. So what happened to her?"

[steeledskin]

Tell him she died; put Sansa Stark into the dirt until you need her again. But for all the sharp self-loathing trapped in her rib-cage, she couldn't bring the proverbial sword down on her own neck. She touched it, now. Her fingertips were cold on her collarbone.

"I...I can't be certain. My father and I left King's Landing shortly after King Joffrey's death. I never learned what happened to her. I suppose it makes a poor tale for her sister."

[bullhorned]

A poor tale... He let the talk of Arya's sister fall to the side for now. There was something more pressing.

"All I said about her saying those names. You can't tell anyone. It can't be in the letter."

The Boltons were traitors that served the Lannisters now. If they found out Arya's treachery, he could only guess what they might do. After all, she was married to a bastard now.

[steeledskin]

"I won't write a word of it."

Funny. Lord Tyrion had kept a list, as well. Aiding him in plotting some petty revenge had been a moment of rare companionship; it suggested he might have been worth knowing, had things been different. But she believed the people on Arya's list deserved worse than a sheepshifting.

"Maybe I shouldn't mention her sister, either." We did not part on good terms. "Just The Bull."