Dec 1, 2018
@texashound
“Russell...” As he had promised they’d only parted ways for a few weeks, but it felt like a lifetime ago that she’d last seen him. It almost had been; several times Brienne had come very close to death. She looked it, too. Her arm was still splinted, her ribs still cracked, her shoulder still injured. Worst of all was her face. One cheek was covered in rough red flesh, the mark of Biter’s pointed teeth. It no longer bled, but it would leave a scar that was not like to look much prettier than how it was now. She looked at her friend with wide, haunted eyes, wondering what else to say.
“I... I wasn’t sure when you’d return.”
