By the time Margaery had come over to her, Bela hadn't moved from her spot. She was still quietly observing things going on around her, watching some people with interest.

"Better than I thought. I'm alive." Her tone is dry. "Which must count for something." The best way to deal with someone acting concerned towards her was to go for humour. Or sarcasm.

Gesturing around the room, Bela continued. "Are these meetings a regular thing or is it just because of what Mark said?"