This is proven time and again one must prepare for winter. It's not just the words of House Stark, and no where close to prophetic. Everything has it's time. In joy, in spring time, it seems that no cold shall ever come down.

It has been quite some time that she was upset to tears. Nexus has given her so many smiles and laughs. While she is still quiet and reserved compared to Frea, it's never been this. Sniffling again she feels like a great blubbering thing and is easily guided away now. Small inhales keep her from making much of a sound.

Dear me, speaking would be appropriate right now. But what to say? Gods where is her tongue? Brienne squeezes Frea's hand. "I don't--I don't mean to make a scene."