Ah they speak so frankly and so very familiarly. It is as though they have met before. Her Septas, father and title asks better of her. All the friendliness is... overwhelming to put lightly. Like her smile, it's bright and burning. The Dornish sun would compare.

"My lady, my lady please." She shallows the lump in her throat. Her blue eyes water. "I have never been beautiful. I take-I take no pains knowing the truth." Even though she is fighting back tears. Brienne has killed, fought and maimed. Words still can have their sting.

She sniffs and rubs her nose. "Wh-what?"