[Silence would have been fitting too. Brienne allows herself to just bask in the other woman's presence. Here they stand, alive and well when so many others had fallen. And again she finds herself grateful for all that has been because it was not all senseless violence and suffering if it meant that Sansa can stand here, proud and strong. The North is free as it was always meant to be.]
I can think of no reason important enough to take me from you.
[You. She meant to say here. And before she can feel sorry or stumble with words they are in an embrace. Brienne is a formative swordswoman and has held her own in a pit with bear. She feels utterly disarmed. Her arms fold around Sansa and her knees feel weak.]
Sansa. I---[there aren't enough words in the common tongue. Not enough ways to express it. Try, you foolish oaf, she screams at herself. Sansa smells clean and she feels immediate shame for being so large, so unwashed but the Queen of the North still wants to embrace her.]
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I can think of no reason important enough to take me from you.
[You. She meant to say here. And before she can feel sorry or stumble with words they are in an embrace. Brienne is a formative swordswoman and has held her own in a pit with bear. She feels utterly disarmed. Her arms fold around Sansa and her knees feel weak.]
Sansa. I---[there aren't enough words in the common tongue. Not enough ways to express it. Try, you foolish oaf, she screams at herself. Sansa smells clean and she feels immediate shame for being so large, so unwashed but the Queen of the North still wants to embrace her.]