Every bloom fades. Frea is looking uncharacteristically tired. But it's been a long harvest, she's been working so hard... and so has Brienne. They've learned such a lot together.

A life of flirting is a happy life indeed.

"Well, good. I don't even have a sword, it'd be such an unfair fight." She nudges her nose against Brienne's chin playfully. "If we're gonna fight, we're gonna do it together, right?"

Such a lovely sentiment for a lovely moment. Friends, closer than close, and comrades in arms too if it should come to that. Letting Brienne lead her around the floor lets Frea relax into the unfamiliar dance and keeps her rooted, too.