The thing about fairy tales and fables is that anyone can stumble into one. Brienne should be grateful hers has such a nice reprieve.

Brienne can stare at any or all of those places, if she wants. If the flat pale expanse of Frea's stomach seems safer, that's okay too.

"Hmm." Frea considers the implications of that challenge before giving a nod. Swimming, then something to eat, then collecting shells; that sounds perfect to her. "Agreed. On the count of three? One, two..."