As he set up camp, Jaime was thankful for a few minutes spent alone. He suspected she felt the same way. She probably wasn't at all a bad person but they seemed to have somehow gotten off on the wrong foot. Maybe they just expected too much out of one another. He needed the sword that she had seen in her dreams. It was his only hope of being whole again. And she needed him to be there to save her from the White Walkers someday. He knew that was the reason she had been unwilling to let him go alone and was reluctant to leave his side. She needed to keep him near if she had any hope of surviving. He couldn't really blame her for that but without the sword, he probably couldn't even help her anyway. At least there were no White Walkers here in Valyria. They were perfectly safe spending time apart. In the meantime, they needed to find some way to get along without all this tension.

Jaime built a fire on the beach. He wasn't sure how cold it would get at night here but a fire couldn't hurt. He laid out a blanket for sleeping and sat down to eat some of the smoked meat he'd brought. He wouldn't have minded sleeping inside one of the ruined buildings. It would have at least been shelter but Flora wouldn't want that and he wasn't so heartless as to leave her completely alone at night since the dreams of her future death would happen while she was alone at night. She probably didn't enjoy the idea of being left alone at night though she'd also never admit that out loud. She was too proud for her own good sometimes but he supposed the Lannisters were proud as well so he shouldn't complain.

It was dark and Jaime had nearly fallen asleep when Flora finally came back to him. She carried her cloak like a sack and it was filled with something. "I found more than just cherries." She told him setting the cloak down on the ground. "There was orchard behind some old ruined villa. Cherries, apples, pears, and plums. I can lay them out and dry them in the sun for the return trip."

"Good idea." He said. She couldn't have possibly had enough to eat on the journey here. A daily bowl of porridge wasn't enough for anyone.

She sat down on the beach and ate a plum and she set to work sorting out the fruit and laying it out on her cloak while she ate. She ate an apple and and a handful of cherries, spitting out the pits as she worked.

"There's plenty of fruit here if you want some." Flora offered.

"Keep it. You'll need it for the return trip." Jaime told her. She nodded but looked saddened at his words. He hadn't meant to insult her.

"I think I'll sleep in that tree over there." She pointed to a tree further down the beach."

"You don't have to." Jaime found himself saying. He had grown accustomed to having her next to him at night. She had always kept her distance but it was still nice somehow to not wake up alone. "You'd be perfectly safe on the ground."

"And I'd be perfectly safe in the tree too except there you won't have to worry about me. You'll be off duty tonight." Flora said, getting to her feet.

Jaime sighed and let her go. It wasn't working. Whatever efforts he made to try to get along with her never worked. He would just give up trying except that he wanted to understand what about her it was that would someday prompt him to fearlessly cut down a dozen White Walkers to save her. Truthfully, he would fight for her now if it came down to it. He was a knight and he would defend the weak if he needed to. But the way she had described her dream gave him the impression that there was something more between them than just duty in the future to come. He still didn't know what or why.

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It was easy to find a comfortable crook in the tree to sleep in. It wasn't easy to find sleep. Flora had wanted to accept Jaime's offer to sleep on the ground. She liked sleeping next to him. For their entire journey on the ship she had felt safest when she was near him, especially at night. After that dream about the kiss she had wanted to sleep closer to him but had never once given into the temptation. She had always liked people better than they had liked her. The fact that she was only half human had forced her to keep people distant. She observed them from a distance, laughed at their jokes, cried with them when they were sad, but never let herself get too close because they would eventually push her away and accuse her of not being human. It had happened before, in childhood and as a young woman. Friends she had cared about and men she had thought loved her had moved on to relationships with humans. She knew she shouldn't let it bother her. She'd had a father who loved her and she'd had a few friends who didn't abandon her. But her mother had given her up for being human and then humans gave her up for not being human. She didn't belong anywhere. She certainly didn't belong sleeping next to Jaime Lannister on some beach just because she was lonely. Flora knew that he only looked out for her because it was his duty to do so. She wasn't going to allow herself imagine it was anything else. There were more important things at stake anyway. There was a coming war that would decide the fate of the whole world. Her feelings for one man were not of any significance compared to all that. She angrily brushed the tears off of her face and waited for sleep to find her.