( a few days after his check-in, brienne spots her wet cat friend spending time researching in the library, so instead of being a normal human (her manners are rusty-slash-nonexistent) she ties up the proper woolen tunic she scrounged and patched up (it is ugly but usable!) and leaves it by the desk he's claimed with a note written in her very fine hand. some real ass lady and gentleman shit: )
To the Esteem'd Quentin of Ohio, May He Be Kept in the Light of the Seven, Acquaintence of Lady Brienne of Tarth, Please Accept a Token of Her Graditude. May It Keep You Warm.
( on the reverse, as an afterthought: )
Though We Ourselves are Yet Coole.
( though it won't for now, eventually if he ever shakes off that deathsworn status he will find it a little warmer, keeps him drier, and stinks less often. the magic of natural fibers. enjoy, buddy! )
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To the Esteem'd Quentin of Ohio, May He Be Kept in the Light of the Seven, Acquaintence of Lady Brienne of Tarth, Please Accept a Token of Her Graditude. May It Keep You Warm.
( on the reverse, as an afterthought: )
Though We Ourselves are Yet Coole.
( though it won't for now, eventually if he ever shakes off that deathsworn status he will find it a little warmer, keeps him drier, and stinks less often. the magic of natural fibers. enjoy, buddy! )