All babies are beautiful to her. So is Brienne. Broad and strong and lovely. And challenging, too, certainly that. Stubborn and certain and loyal and good.

All manner of things will pass through a field with a rock in it. But she'll only see the one sky that way.

This close, they can appreciate all sorts of things about each other. Like how strong Brienne's shoulders are, and the glorious length of her neck. "Well, that too, yes. If only you had more arms. Then you'd never have to let me go."

But alas, Brienne looks away, which earns her a splash to the back of the head. When she looks back, Frea's looking innocently up at the sky. Innocent except for that smirk, anyway.