Such a man that he is! They should cross paths again in the future. Brienne believes that he is just like that at all times: dapper, enigmatic and prone to glitter. She must tell Frea that she had promised him a feast in return for kindness.

Just a little hand-swinging, yes. Progress. Brienne lets go of one hand, anticipating another. Together? Oh. That doesn't seem like a bad change at all. Off they go across the sand. She finds herself laughing, laughing too at the first cold splash over the tops of her feet.

The last time she even saw the sea was from King's Landing. The water was not nearly so inviting.