"Margaery," she corrected him gently. Usually it was "Lady Margaery" or "Queen Margaery", but neither of those terms mattered very much anymore. It was easier for her to be called by her name. If anything, it allowed her to feel separated from the circumstances that brought her here. She could simply be the woman that she was learning of, rather than the one she made herself into.

He had been a name on the board, and while she had met him briefly before, it only occurred to her now which name belonged to him. "You don't need to thank me." Did she even deserve gratitude? All she had done was what the Observers ordered. There was no act of selflessness involved, only following their command. Though, she hadn't thought about the aftermath when she returned, her mind had been fixed on losing her brother. She hadn't considered how the others were faring.

"How are you?"