The day has been long, and Margaery finds herself quietly yearning for familiar comforts - sweet cakes from home, fresh fruit plucked off the trees of her home, a long hot bath filled with oils and fragrances to keep her skin soft and supple - but the sight of her rescuer, a petite beauty in blue, chasing off the loitering crowd makes her bite back a genuine smile. She's reminded of big dogs slinking off with their tails between their legs in shame, properly chastised by a kitten.

And so it becomes her turn, although she bears it with far more gratitude, as there is kindness still, underlying the formal delivery of this sound advice. "You are not wrong to say so." She does not feel the need to explain herself, as the outcome has already been determined, but what she can do, is offer a small smile with, "I promise I will be mindful of my wanderings next time, and secure an escort or a suitable method to find my way back."

Her smile grows, until it's interrupted by the growling of her stomach, rude and impatient now that it's been waiting to dine for hours - a life of food constantly within reach is not quite the easiest foundation when it comes to acclimating to Riftwatch, as it turns out. Margaery looks appropriately rueful, placing a hand over it as if to silence it somehow. "My apologies. The market stalls were so terribly fascinating, I kept putting off coming back.