A real bed, proper food and clothes.” he shrugged but did not mention his family. His eyes moved from the fire to the massive lump of a human that was his companion at the moment. At least not for a while but he remembered that it had been his main motivator at the start. “Haven’t thought about that.” He confessed. “I -” he started and stared blankly into the fire in front of him. At this point it felt like a never ending travel with no purpose and way too many detours along the way to nowhere. He’d almost forgotten that’s where they were going. There was a small feeling of pride in him when he watched her eat and he raised a piece of bread to his mouth that he chewed on slowly. He just knew some of those marks would stick around for a long time. “Not yet I don’t.” he said, his head slightly quirked as it hurt to move the muscles of his beaten and soon to be scarred face. Brienne sighed through her nose. “I’ll wake you halfway through the night.” Or perhaps a little later.Īt least she was still answering to his jests and he supposed that was something but it wasn’t the reaction he’d wanted from her.
I’ll take the first watch.” He would never agree to let her watch all night. Suddenly uncomfortable, she looked away and stirred the fire. She was just a little reluctant to leave. It was rare that she could trust anyone, though. Afterwards, they would part ways, but until then they had to rely on each other. It would be good to have him on her side once they reached King’s Landing. Strange to think that Jaime was someone she would come to trust, even an ally, but he’d proven himself in that regard. “I Thank you, ser.” She turned her eyes on him again, earnest and sincere. She had no taste for dishonesty and backstabbing. That was no place for two young girls, and Brienne misliked the idea of spending time there herself. The Lannisters had ordered Eddard Stark executed in front of Lady Sansa, and from all she’d heard the court of King’s Landing was especially treacherous, a place of political scheming and hidden dangers. Neither her nor her lady’s daughters would find any friends there. The sooner she could leave King’s Landing, the better. “A few days at most,” Brienne agreed grudgingly. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you or them while you’re there.” That was his vow. He had been in many battles, he knew the importance of having a rest, even when one felt themselves unable to or it felt redundant or silly. You will be their only protection and you need to be rested for that.” he pointed out. “But you will need as much strength as you can to take them on their journey. In a way, he supposed, he had started to care about the girls, but only because he’d been unable to escape Lady Brienne’s influence and stubbornness. Silly wench and her vows, not everything had to be like that. Not because he cared much about them, but because Brienne had made a vow. He would do what he could to make sure the girls were safe from the ire of his sister and father when he returned. Daughters that might not fare so well when Jaime returned mutilated and useless. They would never have met and Jaime would still be in a dungeon rotting away while Lady Stark tried to convince her son to trade him for her daughters. If Renly had not been killed they wouldn’t be here. ‘ you must keep your mind on happy things now.
‘ this is nothing to upset yourself about.‘ you can’t expect to make friends if you throw stones.‘ i’m not used to it being so quiet at night.‘ what kind of bad dreams do you have? ’.‘ i’m sorry we can’t talk longer, but i really ought to get some sleep.‘ i just don’t feel like having a lot of kids screaming around me.‘ she kicked you? the little girl kicked you? ’.‘ why don’t you go into the kitchen for a little while.‘ you’re the last person anyone could blame.‘ what happened? what happened to you? ’.‘ you’ll just have to grow up a little.‘ but perhaps it’s best to be safe and phone anyway.