Frea isn't as random as she might appear. Good work, Brienne, beginning to see that. There is hope for mutual understanding yet.

The width and breadth of Brienne's shoulders do not need to be narrowed. She's perfect the way she is. They wouldn't save her from mischief forever at any size. Another count, but not another race: another chance to go together. Frea doesn't fight, letting Brienne pull her under the waves. When she's pushed back into the air her hands take hold of Brienne's arms. They go together.