Frea may not be a rose, but neither does she have Margaery's thorns. She considers her freedom a fair trade for a painful measure of beauty.

Brienne can set her pace and Frea will find a way to keep up. Hopping and skipping may be involved, and she wouldn't mind in the least. "I'm sorry to hear that. You deserve better friends." Also an understatement, though she doesn't understand how or why.

The story gets the bulk of Frea's attention. "That sounds lovely. Beaches and waterfalls and forest? Sounds like paradise. No wonder you grew up so wonderful."