Arya followed her upstairs, not liking to be fierce with Cersei but in many ways she was like a child. She would need something but would deny it, and Arya was tired. As she entered their room she slid onto the bed beside Cersei with a yawn, gently sliding her arms around her. Cersei was tired, she was just to immature to accept that fact. "Sleep tight Cersei....." Arya was asleep in no time, with Cersei entangled in her arms.