"Far from it, I would say," Robb allowed, thinking of Margaery mucking about with her cow and sheep, sewing her own clothing and stoking her own fires. There was no doubt she'd become plenty self-sufficient, but that didn't make the idea of having her tromp off through the wilderness much more palatable.

"There are worse people she could be going with," he assented, if only because it was becoming rapidly clear to him that his personal opinion on all of this was good for absolutely nothing.