If I had a silver stag for every time you said his name, I’d be as rich as your friends the Lannisters.
‘Ser Jaime?’ Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. ‘I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?’
A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged.
‘I dreamed of you,’ he said.