The Sunspire i'd wake up all alone

she lowered herself immediately, her gaze ducking to her toes as they shifted in the snow beneath her.  her tail tucked and wagged anxiously, and her ears slid back.  her deference was almost over the top for how friendly they were, and she chastised herself.

she was no longer perfect little seabreeze.  maybe she never had been.  but now it was an image she could not attain.  it's serious, she insisted.  she did not want to worry him, but she wanted to make sure he was ready for everything she was about to spill on him.

i — terance — he tried to take me to liffey to keep me safe.  i'm sorry.  we — well, you know..  she would not cry.  she would not cry.  she would not cry.

and i hate it, and i'm sorry.  but it doesn't have to be a big deal if you don't want it to be.  i could — there are herbs.  we don't even know if there would be any..  often it took more than one copulation but there were always the stories of that one whore who got knocked up on the first go-round.  please.  i know what i've taken from you and liffey.  i just need to know if i need to find somewhere else to go.

she was a mess, trembling and crying before him, fully expecting him to do.. something.  to hurt her, to send her away.  little seabreeze, always needing care.  little brienne, always getting herself into trouble.