You were Jaime's traveling companion for awhile now, until reaching Harrenhal. You made it in one piece, Jaime on the other hand was now missing a hand. He lost it protecting you from dishonorable men, as he called it.

Now, after everything, you were relaxing in a steaming pool of water in the bathhouse. Finally you had some sort of semblance of peace, that is until Jaime pushed open the door with his good hand. He looked miserable, and considering what you both had gone through in the past few weeks, you couldn't blame him.