Silver Creek -- i was fuckin' around while you were saving the world

the small gesture of intimacy causes a heat to return to brienne's cheeks that she crushes down without remorse, choking the butterflies that swelled in her throat.  no.  no.  no.

you cannot fall hard and fast with her, you cannot fall hard and fast ever again.  you cannot fall at all.

yes, thank you.  she cleared her throat and fixed her gaze ahead, moving slow but yes, walking with her. sure.  anywhere in mind?