Despite her words, to Jess' eye Margaery seemed to have had no trouble retaining a girlish, soft edge in the face of their hardship. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It suited her.

"That's generous of you," he remarked lightly, eyebrows lifting. "What do we owe you for that service?"

Humor underscored his tone, but at the same time, he knew better than most that business was business. Were she a Brightwell, she'd be charging a high price, and making sure she walked away with a more than generous profit for her good deed. Favors didn't come for free, not even in survival.