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"Arya? Arya!"
Said page calmly peeked her head through the door with a raised brow. "You screamed, my Lord?"
Tyrion was half torn between amusement and annoyance. "I need your help." He gestured to the complicated fastenings on his doublet.
"Rather fancier than your usual tastes," Arya noted casually. She brushed aside his hands once she was at his side, expertly fastening his clothing.
"Father summoned me for dinner tonight." The dwarf's lips curled in distaste, "With the rest of my family."
Arya remailed silent as he turned to the mirror. It was quiet as Tyrion looked over his appearance but he paused at the brief hand on his shoulder. That alone offered more understanding and comfort than any spoken word.
"What will you be wearing?"
"My usual."
Her short response had the dwarf chuckle, some tension easing out of him. "I am glad at least that you will be there with me, Arya."
"To suffer with you?" His page queried dryly though the smirk on her face showed her amusement.
Tyrion grinned as he turned back to his friend."Indeed! Let us suffer together!"