Bahorel smiles, and presses Brienne's shoulder in thanks. "We know, but it's good to hear it from you too." It is good of her. Any half-aware man in France in their age would know Harry of Momouth as an invader of their history, but Brienne's not from their France, and such news can't be taken for granted, ever. "--He's not being quiet about it, is he?" That's directed at the room in general. Hal has been open about it.

Ah, Hal. Harder every day to find reasons not to push you under the lake. Really, only the certainty that Shakespeare's world is not quite his own keeps it from feeling like a duty.