KAI
I didn’t even like pies.
Seriously, I didn’t. I found them too sweet, too flaky. That was definitely too much drama for a bite of fruit and sugar. But for some reason, when Arya handed it to me—still warm, wrapped in a little dish towel that smelled like cinnamon and rosemary—I didn’t hesitate.
It just seemed more valuable than it actually was, and I took it like it was a damn treasure. As if I’d been waiting all day for someone to make me a pie.
Which, again—I hadn’t. I don’t even like pies.
I liked the way she smiled when she gave it to me. She looked like she hadn’t slept and wasn't thinking about the bruises under her eyes or the way her hands still shook a little when she thought no one was watching. I guess that was my little thank you gift for helping and practicing hijacki
