Gendry's throat was dry now. His march had become something of a miserable stagger as his armor began to feel heavier and heavier with each step. When she spoke, he took it as an invitation to halt. He stopped along the road and moved towards a tree to lean against. Gods, but he was tired.

"It don't take much to make her mad," he muttered. He thought to simply call Arya stupid, but that was best not said about a high born lady to her sister. Even if he had no reason to feel repercussion. "She'll be over it, soon enough."