( For a long moment, she remains silent, allowing her fingers to trace over the hills and valleys of his knuckles before outlining a protruding vein. It is a distraction that buys her time to gather her thoughts and brace herself for their weight and his answer. )

What we do depends entirely upon you, Aemond. ( Her reply is soft, matching his tone as it is just the two of them. Alone within the privacy and sanctuary, the carriage provides them.

There is a lingering hesitation. A thick fear began to grow within her belly. One that she doesn't wish to acknowledge for fear of rejection, but she knows it is something they should discuss sooner rather than later.

She doesn't force him to look at her; instead, she matches his gaze, keeping her eyes turned down, so she doesn't have to look at his face once she starts speaking. )

...If the need has passed and what happened was a fleeting want, I can forget what transpired yesterday. ( What she says is a life. She could never forget what happened. He has left a mark on her soul that will be there long after he is cold and in the ground. )

Having to deal with your brother, I know that the desires of young men can be overwhelming and consuming, and they leave as quickly as they arrive. As such, I would not hold it against you if you'd wish to forget and move on. Especially if the Seven have been just and purged you of such thoughts.

( The hand atop his comes to a standstill, trembling as her fingers linger before she grasps his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. )

Yet, if you wish to continue — I would gladly bear the weight of our transgressions.