"Margaery?" Ned repeats her name thrice more after sipping at the water, as though it is a foreign word he's never felt on his tongue before, sputtering up a bit of the liquid that pooled in his throat incorrectly. It's on the fourth and final repetition that there seems to be some clarity, and his eyes suddenly widen with this realization as he looks upon her face. "You're here." There's a shift in his tone, one that could almost suggest lucidity, despite the flush of his cheeks and the glossy vacancy in his gaze. "You're here," he repeats.

"I am glad it is you at my side," he admits, coughing a few more times into his elbow, before settling back down again. "You lighten my heart, when you are near."