Hope, happiness, oh all the things that she could bottle up into her heart to protect until the end of her days. Brienne's high watermark of pleasures keeps getting challenged by Frea's abilities.

There's a reason why people tread lightly in gardens among the flowers. This much Brienne knows.

"Deeper?" she asks but there's not a hint of worry. She follows. And not without splashing at her, scooping handfuls again and again her way. It will be some time before depths can challenge her footing. And yes, Frea she swims very well. Soon choice of dress doesn't matter at all either. Will you look at that? Beneath the waves no one can see. Despite her comfort in open water there is this nagging impulse to hold onto Frea.