' brienne ? ' soft, it was, having descended from steps to get some air. he'd not slept, couldn't have. focused too much on everywhere and everything. it was too much, all that had changed, come, and gone. he edged forward, saw the way she shook. the knight didn't wait, hand clasped on her shoulder, before he pulled her into his side. ' come now, you'll be all right. '
If she left and climbed the battlements she could still see him disappearing toward the horizon. Brienne wanted to call to him, not caring who heard the desperation in her voice, but she knew his decision was already made. “Ser- Ser Davos?” She was ashamed of how she choked on the words, and even more so at the small cry she let out when he embraced her. With a shuddering breath she made an effort to calm herself down, but her tears were spilling over again and she had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stifle the urge to start sobbing. “I- I could still go after him.”