Well Matched

“I hoped you were competing today,” He said. Then, with a scowl, “I would have bought you a coffee, but I can only carry the one.”“I’m glad you’re here,” Brienne said easily. Jaime had come to every melee, every duel and every practise once without fail. But that was before. Now, he was standing there for the first time in months, unfortunately not participating, but not looking too anguished by it.ORAfter losing his hand, Brienne trains with Jaime. They play modern armoured combat sports. And they're both a bit (read: a lot) smitten for each other.