Kindness at all, really. That was a hope of hers. Now her eyes have been opened. There is kindness like there are blades of grass or sunshine. Once you see them in the world it's easier to pick them out and appreciate each.

Together and close like they are any other day, any other place. Why not here? Why not among friends? Brienne's nose scrunches at the kiss. Despite herself, despite the sorrow in her heart she laughs at the sweetness of it. "Oh yes. I shall. I'll wait for you," in truest Brienne of Tarth fashion, making an oath. One that she means. Her clutch at Frea is still present. They have time still.