All babies. She's old enough to know her own mind and young enough to be certain she's always right. A month or a millennium, depending how you look at it. Babies are potential, and potential is beautiful to her. Strength and goodness are excellent things that Frea admires.

Frea gasps when they dip, expecting to be submerged and surprised when she isn't. A loosened hold isn't one given up, true, and she has no interest in fighting it.

Instead, she rests her hands on Brienne's shoulders. Can't cause any mischief with her hands there, can she? "Yes, you do, and I'm luckier for it."