Stubborn hair, is it? Well, well. That's not the root of things Frea would have suspected. Just goes to show. Whatever the plan for her dear friend, Frea's glad she had this part in it.

Frea knows. She wouldn't joke like this if she weren't sure of her place in Brienne's affections. And in her arms. Letting herself go so limp and helpless does leave her open to all sorts of mischief. It's lucky for her that Brienne is too much a lady to indulge in the good tickling Frea most certainly deserves.

"Run away? Is that what you think I'm going to do?" The teasing is clear, but something about it has put Frea out of sorts enough to miss the first step. She hops a bit to find her place again before settling into the dance with Brienne.