Poor Brienne. It's called 'lust'. It can be quite pleasant. She may want to give it a try sometime.

"But that doesn't mean people will always listen." It's a sad thing, but a true one, and one she can't wish away or ignore. The color continues to grow in her cheeks while it's being observed.

"I trust him." It's not quite the same thing. She knows that, and she knows Brienne knows that. "He's always trusted me, and I should return the favor. And I think he's a better man than you want to give him credit for."

Frea pulls away then, turning so she can look up at Brienne properly. "What's wrong, dearest?"