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Should I wait for her outside our chambers? Brienne wondered as she followed Jaime from the Great Hall. A glance back showed Sansa taking another drink from her wine cup and glancing at Sandor Clegane out of the corner of her eyes, but the Hound remained as he was. Barely eating, not drinking his wine at all, and certainly not looking at the lady beside him. They were the strangest pair Brienne had ever seen, but then...they aren't a pair...not really... she reminded herself. She'd watched Lady Sansa place her hand on Sandor Clegane's arm earlier, so that he could escort her into the feast as was his champion's due...but even then he'd walked like a man on edge.
And the drinking...Sansa rarely drank; Jaime had once mentioned that he thought perhaps wine reminded her of Littlefinger, though there was no real proof of that. Yet tonight her lips had touched her wine cup far more than they had touched any food. Lady Sansa had to be drunk just now, that much was certain. The fact that they had left her in the Great Hall with Sandor Clegane did not sit well with Brienne. Not at all.
"Are you sure we should have left her there?" she asked Jaime, once the doors had shut behind them.
He shrugged. "She insisted."
"But...alone...with him..."
"You know as well as I that Sansa can take care of herself. I don't like it anymore than you do, Brienne, but for whatever reason that is what she wanted. To be alone with him."
"He ignored her throughout the entire meal."
"You're as observant as ever," Jaime chuckled. Brienne thought for a moment about punching him, but then decided it would seem too playful, would be out of line. Instead she grunted her frustration and remained silent. Jaime's room was a turn below hers and Lady Sansa's, and before he left her side he placed his hand on her shoulder and bid her face him. "Go to bed, Brienne. Sansa...she is a woman, has been since before we knew her, forced to grow up far too quickly. We treat her as such at Winterfell, we should treat her as such here."
Brienne glanced at his hand, then back at his face. "All right," she agreed, and then his touch was gone and she had no choice but to nod a quick goodnight and make her way up to her own chambers. She paused for a moment, wondering if she really shouldn't wait in the hall...but then she recalled the earnest look in Jaime's eyes, and took his words to heart.