Ask your "favourite sister" for help

"Why? I drank far too much last night and could do with a little help. Help me grab my clothes."

With just a seconds hesitation, she begins picking up your undergarments nearby and marches them over to you, her head tilted away and hand outstretched.

You take the clothes and begin putting your breeches on, before a devious thought passes through your mind. You fake a dizzy spell, stumbling against your reading table and knocking over a glass of wine left over from last night. Arya rushes over to you, worried.

"Jon, are you alright?" Her cute, button nose is only inches from your face as you turn to regard her.

"I'm sorry, sister. I seem to be light-headed. Perhaps I rose too quickly. I really don't want to leave Father waiting though. Could you help me put on my clothes? Here, I'll sit down on the bed, and you can help dress me."

Before she can protest, you hand her your clothes, but, being her favoured brother, she quickly busies herself in her assistance.

As she places your overshirt across your shoulders and begins to tie it up, you can feel her little hands lingering across your chest. You can see that she is trying to subtly hide her exploration, but her hands play across your skin, making as if she is struggling to tie the threads that hold the shirt together.

Her face close to yours, but her attention on your chest, you notice an almost imperceptible second of her tongue flicking out to wet her lips before she finishes tying the garment together.

Her voice cracks a little as she exclaims, "There. Done."

She looks at you with a smile.