Fetching not only the ingredients but sticks to cook their s'mores is the most gentlemanly thing that Han has done yet. His methods make sense. It seems he's more gifted in natural social graces than she is even with courtly upbringing. Sly or not, her approach is usually direct. "I suppose that is so." Brienne mentally wishes him luck all the same. Timeliness will determine the success of his plan. (Spoiler: probably won't take long.)

Watching him retreat from the firelight she sighs and settles a little closer to Frea. She believes she is doing what should be done. It feels right to conduct herself as a considerate protector and ...friend. Brienne preens this identity in a way a fair maiden would her hair or self.

"You make friends so easily," is her soft observation. "Do you like him?"