Off to find Bran

After the small crowd watching the fight had dispersed, Arya began searching around for her brother around the courtyard. No luck.

She then headed to the armoury, he'd most likely go there to put away his sword and training attire. The girl did find one of her brothers. Well, half-brother to be more precise. Jon was sitting there, too absorbed with his own thoughts while also cleaning his blade.

"How did it feel getting knocked down by Bran?" She playfully teased him.

"He got lucky, I tripped on a rock." The raven-haired man replied calmly. Arya would normally agree. Her older sibling had been superior in every way on that duel. But there was something odd in the way she received that, to her at least. There was a strange need to defend her younger brother. It was this same urge that made her say:

"You're just bitter that he got you, maybe that's why you used that dirty trick."

"Dirty trick?" Jon finally looked up from his blade. It seemed like he was about to say something else but stopped when he got a good look at his sister.

"What's with the dress?" Something inside her immediately snapped.

"By the gods, is it that difficult to believe that I just wanted to wear something comfortable for this hot weather and that looked presentable for the king?!" Jon's expression basically said 'yes'. The situation made him chuckle a little.

"It's not funny." The flustered Stark said, crossing her arms and looking away embarassed. They seemed to be both alone there. It was strange how she'd fantasize about having time alone with her half-brother in her early teens. But now, the only thing she wanted was to find him.

"Do you know where Bran is?" Arya could feel her cheeks heating up when she asked that question.

"He looked a bit upset when Rickon was teasing him. You know where he goes when he wants to clear his head." Jon replied a bit dismissively. The girl pecked him on the cheek and thanked him before darting to a certain place.