[The elf couldn't sleep, not here and he rarely slept at all anyway. So he'd taken to walking along outside and eventually to the gardens. He would have simply passed Arya by, letting her work on weaving the flowers together in peace but her heard her growl in frustration and stopped.
Feet making no sound, he turned back and approached her, giving her a small smile.]
Gardens!
Feet making no sound, he turned back and approached her, giving her a small smile.]
Would you like some help?