She was carried to the bath house

She was carried all the way to an establishment. She was offered food which she immediatly accepted. Arya'd be embarassed at how she stuffed herself if not for the hunger she felt. There were loafs of bread, cheese, figs, clams, a true feast for a noble. The blind girl gulped it all down with the wine Bran had offered her, burping when she was full. After she was fed, her brother took her to the inn's bath house. The Stark felt the damp and warm atmosphere. So did her delicate feet, their soles hurt for walking bare for so long. Excited at the thought of feeling warm water again, she crawled on the floor, feeling her way until the edge of one of the pools. A satisfying sensation as she dipped her hand in there.

"The water feels perfect." She said with a smile across her features and getting out of the rags she'd been wearing in what felt like ages. Arya was suddenly conscious that she was getting naked while Bran was there. The thought didn't really bother her as much as it pleased her.

"I'll leave you to it, then." Desperation when the girl heard those words. His steps grew fainter. The lass knew she had to do something.

"Bran?" She called out.

"Yes?" Some kind of relief knowing that he was still there.

"C-could you please stay? I feel safer with you around." Arya was surprised at how she sounded. She'd felt less vulnerable when she was starving in the streets and was begging for scraps.

The girl sensed a gentle breeze caressing her breasts. Brief moments passed, the silence agonizing, as she stood there with her bare chest and her feet on the damp stone, waiting his response...