[As the miles closed between them, hope kept building inside of her beyond the tiny cage it was supposed to roost in. It is fluttering wildly, like it knows that this is its chance to be free, can Brienne be so sure of such a thing? Her eyes dart up to Sansa's face. Had she grown more beautiful? More stately and strong in these months? It's possible.
She stands and takes her lady's hand. It's impossible to bolster down her expression now that she feels the soft, smaller grasp of the Queen of the North.]
Thank you, Your Grace. I am not so tired to refuse such a kindness.
[A personal greeting and now a personal audience? Brienne wills herself to not desperately clutch at Sansa's hand as they take calm, measured steps through the yard.]
My heart is glad to see you once more.
[A truth and an acceptable sentiment to express. Many would think it a pleasantry, wouldn't they?]
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She stands and takes her lady's hand. It's impossible to bolster down her expression now that she feels the soft, smaller grasp of the Queen of the North.]
Thank you, Your Grace. I am not so tired to refuse such a kindness.
[A personal greeting and now a personal audience? Brienne wills herself to not desperately clutch at Sansa's hand as they take calm, measured steps through the yard.]
My heart is glad to see you once more.
[A truth and an acceptable sentiment to express. Many would think it a pleasantry, wouldn't they?]