To feast and fatten before the winter is a primal survival tactic. Nothing to be ashamed of there, either. If only they could huddle together and hibernate.

Oh, dear. Frea's grown so used to Brienne being the strong and stoic one. Her own eyes are glassy with tears, but she sniffles and blinks them back so she can support her dear friend. "I know. I won't forget you, either. Come on." If Brienne allows, she'll find herself steered off the dance floor and into a quiet corner of another room where they can talk and be emotional without many witnesses.