A whole day? The intervals have become longer and longer. It's like a dream, a song and all pleasant things beyond her touch at home. Which makes it more bitter when she finds that it's a place she misses. Nexus is beautiful, kind and safe.

Brienne has to warm up to new things. She would believe in time. For now feelings are on her so hard and fast if they were weapons she'd be dead.

Holding things, weight down, tying. "I like it very well myself." She stands back to examine their work. The wind is gentle and it holds well. Brienne slips her sword beneath the blankets. Just in case.