They shattered a few conventions early, these two; Ellie doesn't flinch when she leans in for a hug, and even returns it. Margaery's fingers find her cheek just a little warm, her smile breathless but genuine.

Slowly but surely she's getting used to touch again.

"Super," Ellie answers, with a wry smile, knowing Margaery knows better. "Middle of a war zone, plenty of Venatori ass to beat."

Even with that, her smile warms. She's genuinely glad to see her. "What about you? Any trouble?"