Glimmer does exactly what Margaery expects, her own movements slowly coming to an end as their practice session seems to become more of a discussion than anything else. Her dagger hand drops to the side, the practice weapon hanging from her fingers.

"I know," Glimmer murmurs and she's quietly grateful for the touch of the other's hand. It feels like an anchor when she's on the verge of spinning herself off into space without anything else to hold onto with all the complicated, messy thoughts running through her head.

"You're right. I know you're right," Glimmer says with a weak smile and she hurriedly tucks her practice weapon into her belt so one hand can come up to scrub at her eyes when the sudden sting of frustrated tears begins. Sometimes she wishes she didn't cry so easily--what if people think she's weak?

"And I'm glad I'm still here. Ellie told me that it was what I had to do. I just keep dwelling on it. I need to stop." Her hand squeezes Margaery's tight.

"I knew I was getting into this with Forces but I've never been the kind of person who likes to just sit back, right? I want to be out there directly. When I was coronated had had to focus on all the stupid small things and go to meetings on top of meetings and I couldn't do anything because I was too important it drove me crazy..."