Every figurehead, every leader, every plaster saint on a plinth, was a person once upon a time. She's not quite ready to fade into legends. Or memories, though she'd been hoping tonight would be one worth remembering. Perhaps it's not unsalvageable.

"Thank you, Han." He can have a little smile now. It's not as big and bright as usual, but it's not nothing. All hope is not lost. She might even let him come to her this time, if he's feeling daring.

That said, she'll be cozying into the hold Brienne's got on her for now. They both know how quickly she gets cold at night, and with the breeze coming over the water, is it any surprise she's eager for warmth and a windbreak? A drink would be nice, too. But that requires getting up. Hmm.