With this, Loras could sympathize. He nodded, concurring. As he stood, he wished he had a rose to hand to her and he wasn't going to pluck any flowers from the surrounding plants. Instead, he gave another bow, his sorbet still in his hand. When he straightened again, he said, "I wish you luck, Brienne, and I hope to see you again."
It was time to go. Sometimes, a good thing could only last for so long and Loras sensed that it was time to say good bye until next time before he went and told her everything she would dream about.