fortunate-hal: Brienne’s face was a watery blur. She reached across the table, but her fingers
fortunate-hal: Brienne’s face was a watery blur. She reached across the table, but her fingers stopped short of Catelyn’s, as if the touch might be unwelcome. “I…there are no words, my lady. My good lady. Your sons, they…they’re with the gods now.” “Are they?” Catelyn said sharply. “What god would let this happen?”Brienne as Riverrun’s most well-intentioned and awkward teenage dinner companion -- source link