"I would." She answered, wiping her hands on the spare cloth she always left in the jail. "If my bull listens to you, then I think you would help a great deal. They don't always take to others. I think that indicates that you're the right person to assist me."

And she needed the help. Her spirit didn't feel as bright as it used to. Having someone else, some company and assistance would let her feel strong again. It wouldn't seem that everything was resting on her shoulders. These weren't just animals, they were living creatures that depended on her.

"I'm Margaery Tyrell." She accepted his hand and gave a small shake. "I can mend them as well. I have a spinning wheel and loom. Anything you need made, I can help."