Aelinor looked at her sons. "We should try at least." Brynden was moving behind her. Had she not known any better, she might have assumed it was the wind. "Every man must die." At some point. And if Aelinor had to bring the moment closer, she would not shy from that.

Leaning back against her lover, the Queen gave a soft sigh. "Why do you say nothing at all?"

She supposed she wanted him to encourage her one way or the other. Decisions were always easier when made by someone else. Instead, Brynden's hold locked tightly about her waist. And she knew, in that moment, that the decision, whatever it would be, had to be hers.

"Very well then; leave all decisions to me." At that he chuckled. Aelinor smiled.

"So I should make the decisions then?" She almost nodded. It was tempting, to be sure.

In the end she didn't. "Nay. I do believe I have it all well in hand. We stay. We stay and we make the best of what was given to us."

A nod was her answer. "We stay," Brynden echoed her.

The Queen could not help but wonder if staying was the brave choice or the cowardly one.

Mayhap it was both.