Ask Arya to wait outside for a few moments

"Arya, I'm kind of, a little bit... naked. Could you give me a second to put some clothes on please?"

She immediately seems flustered, "I'm so sorry, Jon! I'll be outside. Shout when you're decent."

The petite brunette leaves and you busy yourself collecting your clothes from where you discarded them the previous night.

Still dizzy from lack of sleep and the hangover, you begin, somewhat ungracefully, putting your clothes on when you feel a tingle, as if you're being watched, and in your peripheral vision, you see a small tangle of brown hair through the gap in the door.

Arya.

She's watching you? This is new. She's always been inquisitive, but never about boys.