"Maybe if Arry wasn't so damn moody we could pitch camp!" Hotpie moaned, almost jogging to keep up with Gendry's large steps. "He has been like this all week!"

Gendry smirked slightly and kept walking. It was beyond him how Hotpie had yet to figure out that Arry was actually a girl called Arya. A girl she was no more though, for woman would be the better term.

At six and ten Arya had moved well past the stage of beginning to show signs of a females body and was instead fully grown. Although in Hotpie's defence the stolen breeches, tunic and weather worn vest she wore made it difficult to see that she had grown into her feminine body for she hid it quiet well.

But even Hotpie would have to admit that 'Arry' had become much more attractive then when they had been travelling many years back. Arry was short and willowy in stature, long of face with small sharp features to fill it and had hair that hung no longer than below the ears that was so constantly dirty you would think it was as black as Gendry's.

Arya was now the opposite of what she had been. Although she was only taller by a short amount her body was fuller and much more toned, her face was equally as long but all the child fat had gone leaving it lean and sharp; filled with full peachy lips and hawk like dark grey eyes framed by long eyelashes while her hair now hung closer to her neck and more cropped into her face, the natural dark chestnut of it showing due to her regular washing.

Right now was one of the regular things Gendry and Hotpie had to put up with. Hotpie thinking it was Arry's lack of a decent bed to sleep in and a nice hot meal while Gendry knew all too well that Arya was having her Moonblood which seems to put her into the worst of tempers and make her very impatient.

"Arry!" Hotpie called to the marching Arya ahead of them. "Can we stop? My legs fell dead and my stomach won't stop moaning for a warm meal."

Arya either had not heard him or she simply ignored the fat boys pleas.

"We will stop soon." Gendry said, knowing that Arya will soon cramp up from the long walk and not want to move until late next morning.

Sure enough no more than twenty minutes later Arya stormed back to face Gendry and Hotpie to address them.

"We will make camp here." She said roughly, fidgeting with the tight belt around her waist. "Hotpie find a hidden and dry spot,Gendry collect fire wood and I will go to get water."

All of them split up, each going into different directions of the forest. Gendry pushed through the heavy branches hanging lazily across his path as he bent low to scoop branches into his arms, occasionally grabbing handfuls of mushrooms that he knew Hotpie would be able to cook.

Hotpie had chosen a spot beneath a long and old oak tree, its base left craters surrounded by exposed roots large enough for the three travellers to lie down comfortably with still enough room for a crackling fire.

"Where do we go tomorrow, Arry?" Hotpie asked, tossing the mushrooms Gendry found earlier into the iron helm they used as a cooking pot.

Arya glanced up, her hand ceasing to polish Needle with the ends of her tunic as she sheathed it and leant backwards.

"To an Inn. A good bed and meal would do us all some good."

"How long until we arrive in Winterfell?" Hotpie again questioned, Gendry keeping an eye on Arya knowing her patience for questions and answers only lasted so long.

"It is still many leagues from here, we even have yet to pass Kings Landing."

Hotpie knew little about direction but by the look on his face it was clear that he knew Kings Landing was still a very long journey to Winterfell... and they had not even reached there yet.

"So where are we exactly?"

"Almost to Bitterbridge." She replied, watching the fire crackle and spit. "There we can find somewhere to stay for a few days to refresh. Maybe find horses."

Hotpie nodded, clearly enjoying the idea of a horse carrying his great weight instead of him having to walk.

"Will we be stopping at Kings Landing?"

"No." Said both Arya and Gendry in unison.

"We shall not be anywhere near there while a Lannister sits the Iron Throne. Even if Cersei is locked away."

"How shall we get by then?"

"We will pass but not enter." Arya said simply. "No more questions, Hotpie."

They ate in silence, watching the fire and observing the great oak they used as cover. The only noises being the soft breeze as it rustled the trees branches and the shuffle of leaves as a rodent shot across the ground.

"I will take watch." She Arya, getting up slowly and going to sit between two bushes so the overgrown leaves still covered her small body.

"I can do it." Offered Gendry, rising to take her place.

"I am fine." She said defiantly, knowing Gendry thought her weak during this stage of her Moonblood. "You both need rest."

Hotpie made no objections as he curled up close to the floor and rested his head against a thick pile of moss close to the base of the tree, fast asleep with a soft snore in a matter of minutes.

"Arya are you sure... I can-"

"I am fine!" She snapped. "I am not weak! I can handle this."

"I never said you were weak, Arya..."

"Go to sleep. It is a long walk to Bitterbridge tomorrow."