"Mm, we shall find you a new set later. After this one's properly shed." She leaned into him, pressing kisses along his throat and jaw as she relaxed into his arms.
There was only the faintest tinge of conscience as she kissed him again. Not for Gareth, and certainly not for Osmund, but for the fact Moran would have stabbed them both if he'd caught this scene. But Moran was gone, and all the rest... And Matthrew was what remained in Kings Landing. She'd go mad if she lost herself among the choking, wretched flowers.
Matthrew's arms around her did not feel wrong, or awkward, and most certainly not old. She half-smiled as her own arms slid around him.