A true storm cannot stay in the wake of such a radiant sun. It is not to be hidden. Especially when that sun is Frea's smile. Brienne and her own brand of gloom, hell she was raised in the Stormlands after all, are having a hard time keeping up the tradition. It's welcoming, real. And that's without thinking there would be the slightest touch of magic. Frea has a charm that is honest and true. No wonder she has not one, but two (perhaps more!) wanting her time.

She reaches for the glass and bobs her head in thanks. "I do not wish to hold any grudge nor be short. I'm trying because it is best to do so." Though surely crossed her mind that getting on well with Han would be pleasing. "I still am mastering how best to make alliances of my own accord."

Any of his less charming traits haven't inspired her to violence. And it would be more than a slap if that were the case. Yes, it is far better they get along well. Brienne dares a small smile to herself before taking a drink of the lemony water. "Mmm."