Brienne knew that she had no hope of ever fitting in even if she tried. She had never fathomed that she was not meant for the world literally. Here there is minimal effort to be appreciated as a person, as a woman, no matter what size or status. Frea helped her see that this world was home. Strange as it is.

She sniffs again and laughs. It makes her bow her head to Frea to press forehead to forehead. "Yes...yes. We'll be here again, and-and we'll still dance." And sing and do other things. Her cheeks heat and Brienne presses her own kiss to Frea's lips.