The songs and stories practically write themselves from here on out. And goodness knows those last for all time if the tune is right. Those that would never be there would know of what came that day.

Every rose worth possessing will have thorns, else how would it be a rose?

Frea's demeanor has made the slow divestment of personal armor a liberating task. Splashing is it. Brienne has to stoop to touch the water with her fingertips and swirl it about, still holding her friend's hand. "Thank you." Giving into the whim she flings her fingertips in Frea's direction.