The sarcasm she had dealt with and a part of her had, admittedly, come to admire it. It made him seem untouchable, even in the face of death. Though she had seen a weaker side of him, the flippant comment only solidified that he had started to return to his old self. As much as any man could after such horrors. "The Blackfish should know what is happening. Let me speak with him," she pleaded again. Perhaps she would not be able to convince the man to leave, but she had to try. For Lady Stark.
It took Brienne a moment to realize that he was serious in letting her keep the blade. The weapon and armor he had given her was the greatest she had ever donned, yet she had never expected to continue to wield such an honor. "I-" she struggled to speak, not wanting her emotions to overwhelm her. She resheathed the blade and gave a small nod, not wishing him to think the gift unappreciated. "Come for it when you next have an oath to make, you know where I will be."
Her head turned towards the skewed tent flap where heavy footfalls of Lannister soldiers paced back and forth. "Do you think there will come a time when we are enemies, Ser Jaime?"