Brienne will bring honor and glory and very poetic words to her house, no doubt. Sometimes a little editing is required along the way; rarely is the first draft a perfect thing. That's the kind of help she can get here, if she asks.

Everything needs a safe haven. Brienne was brought here for a reason.

Frea's eyes light up when Brienne starts to blush, a little amused and a little concerned, but mostly, she's admiring all those lovely freckles. "Yes, you." Her insistence is as gentle as a mother's hand nudging a child toward the schoolroom door their first morning of 'big kid' lessons. The plate of cookies is set aside so she can take Brienne's hands in her own. "You are wonderful. I can tell."