Everyone should. That is how it's done. Rulers are where they are because of it is the will of the gods. That's what Brienne believes being raised in the Faith of the Seven. To disobey the full order of things is to evoke wrath and risk your life and limb. Frea is not anyone's version of a tyrant and has asked to be treated as an equeal--unheard of!--and a friend--even more so!! But Brienne obeys willingly, happily. This is the kind of queen she had dreamed of serving.

And so is a captain of the stars wording as he does, mocking as he does. Her scowl is fighting to come through. "Frea doesn't care to be spoken to in such a way, Lord Captain Solo." Oh. That came out before she thought more on it. Brienne clears her throat and looks down again to the little May Queen, the color in her face might not be so apparent in the firelight. Or so she hopes.

"I...know you're perfectly capable of saying so yourself."

She has no more to say. To Han. To Frea. The fire crackles. Eating up the absence of conversation like kindle.