He doesn't refuse her

The blind girl started to realize how hopeless her request seemed.

"I'll stay then." A thankful smile spread across her face. Arya could barely hold her squeals of excitement, her heart doing somersaults at the thought of showing her nude form to her brother.

The Stark took off her pants, getting, finally, completely undressed. It felt breezy between her legs without her rags on. Her hurt feet could also barely wait to feel the water. She lowered herself next to the edge of the pool. Carefully feeling her way to it.

A moan escaped Arya's lips, as she plunged into the pool. The warm water easing every muscle of her body. A moment went by with only her head sticking out. All that time as a beggar made her forget how much she missed a hot bath. She dipped her head under the water, feeling the dirt and grime being washed away from her hair. After coming out for air, the blind lass started washing herself with a bar of soap she'd found by feeling along the edges of the pool.

She felt a tingle down her crotch when she'd wondered if Bran was watching her. The girl had memories of when he used to spy on Sansa in the godswood of Winterfell. The Stark decided to indulge him a little bit by standing up in a way that the water stopped just below her femininity. She hummed a random melody, a device of what remained of her self-respect.

A particular naughty thought manifested itself inside her head. Arya felt a rush considering it, her cheeks heating up in embarassment. Many insecurities resurfacing. Ones she had when she was younger, when she envied Sansa, how their brother only had eyes for her.

The meek girl wondered if he wouldn't feel disgusted with her. Surely she could not suggest that...