Margaery let out a breath when she saw Claire. There were a number of faces she had looked for when she arrived, her roommate among them. She wrapped an arm around Claire's wet shoulders, pulling her forward into a tight hug. She didn't like the reminder of coming through the fountain, of everything that lead to her appearance in the village. The chaos and pandemonium allowed some sort of cover for her emotions, shielding her vulnerability and giving her something else to focus on.

"Are you all right?" She asked with the same concern she would show her brother. Claire looked to be in the same state, her hair long and unruly, back in scrubs and just as damp. "I didn't see you. I was one of the first through, but I must have missed your arrival."

She was here now, at least. "It looks the same, doesn't it?"