She wanted to meet Bran alone

The brown-haired noble considered for a single moment, but between finding out what was up Sansa's arse and doing all sorts of naughty things with her brother (which would most likely end up with something up her own arse) the choice was bloody obvious.

After they leave with the king's entourage, it would be awhile before she'd have the opportunity to be alone with her younger sibling, she couldn't let that pass up.

Arya waited on her seat for an opportunity. The servants and household guards were beggining to finish their meal. She observed Robb get up to chat with Theon and Jon after he was done. From the corner of her vision, she also saw ser Rodrik Cassel whispering something into her Lord father's ears. She noticed that Bran was looking at her from across the table. The girl gestured towards one of the corners of the hall before getting up.

Arya greeted some of the servants but was careful not to draw much attention to herself, especially that gossiping Jeyne Poole. The Stark watched her brother play a similar game, pretending he wasn't intentionally walking towards his older sibling. When he'd finally gotten close enough, she heard him whisper.

"So... did you sleep well last night?"

"Oh I quite did. Though I feel as if something was left... incomplete last night." Arya answered suggestively, recalling that their 'affair' wasn't quite done proper. But then again, what they had with each other would never be considered proper anyway.

The young lady watched her brother smile at her observation. Between his messy and thick auburn hair and deep blue eyes, it took all of her control to not reveal to her entire houseld what they had been doing with a kiss on his lips.

"What did you have in mind so we could... erm... correct this?" Bran inquired.

"What makes you think that an honorouble and pure lady such as I would be the one to have something in mind?" She replied sarcastically, almost eliciting a chuckle from her lover.

"Just because you've started wearing dresses does not mean you've also become a pure and honourable lady." She was told, her brother knowing for a fact that her newest choice of attire was far from her succumbing to adopt all of the ideals related to being a lady that her mother had so desperately tried to impart on her.

"Shut up you dog." Arya simply replied with a smirk, before grabbing his hand and pulling him along.

Both being careful to not get seen by anybody else, thoughts of places where Arya could show her little brother how ladylike she could be ran through her head.