A smug looking Arya

A decidedly smug face peers around the ajar door, and seeing you awake, your youngest, and favourite sister, Arya Stark, bounds in to the room, rushing over to stand at the foot of your bed.

"Sansa is furious, Jon. You should have seen her face!" She seems to be taking great glee in what she's saying. "She thinks I took Grandmother's sewing kit that Father gave her, and that I've hidden it somewhere she can't find it! She even told Mother that it was me but I don't think she believed her."

A dawning realisation hits you.

"You did take it, though, didn't you?"

The guilty expression that spreads across her cute, round face is all the proof you need to know the truth.

As you regard Arya, you become suddenly, very much aware of the fact you're lying in bed, naked beneath the fur quilts. What's more, you're at full attention with morning excitement.

She changes the topic and begins wandering around the room, picking her way carefully between discarded clothes and moving inquisitively towards the scabbarded sword on you the wide writing table set against the wall to the side of the bed.

"Whilst I remember, I was outside earlier and Robb told me that Father wished to speak with you. I can't remember what about, though."