Sunspire Mountains you would come up to me, mumbling awkwardly

end here?

the boy dips his head in a slow nod: she does know, better than anyone. even if their exact experiences with the silvery prince have differed -- delight has never known his loving touch like she, but nor has he borne the brunt of his mean indifference -- they are bound together inexplicably by their shared silver strands. 

"i'm glad too," delight says, a childish earnesty in his voice. of his many failures, brienne is the hardest to take. "come visit any time, you're always welcome in our home." cautiously he steps forward, going to briefly brush her shoulder with his nose should she let him give the gesture -- he's ready to go collect his thoughts in his own corner if she is.