Arrangement is right. For all points and purposes most consider Brienne of Tarth to be an unmovable object. They've never seen her like this. Her arm is snug around Frea who smells like the sea and the flowers in her hair look more alive than ever in the flickering firelight. Brienne relaxes even more.

"Authority is what comes with being any kind of queen," she says gently and returns the smile.

The foot tickles get her eyebrows to lift. Oh really, ser?

Whatever a galaxy is, she imagines it may be something large or tedious. A road perhaps? Territories? "You and Frea have met before, Captain?"