Winter was a scary story at night. The Long Summer was thought to continue on and on, the Seven Gods of Westeros were supposed to be kind in the end. Ah, Brienne remembers herself though. She isn't in the familiar kingdoms. All the lessons learned don't always apply here. Another place to find balance, to learn more to prepare herself for whatever comes next, battle or celebration.

Such a well placed sofa that it is, and sturdy and large to hold them both. Her eyes screw shut to try and put up a dam for these tears. In the end, no matter the size, she is still a tender-hearted maiden.

"W-when must you go?" How much more time do they have together? Brienne's arms go around the other woman. She's welcome to lay and rest wherever.