She didn't have a towel on hand to offer him, much to her regret. With the weather shifting, she couldn't imagine that he was very comfortable. The rains had at least stopped, but fall had settled in sharply around them. Pretty soon, the water would freeze over and these endeavors would be fruitless.

"At least to answer your own questions," she could understand that. "Are you staying at the inn? I was about to head in that direction. We could walk together if you like? You'll be cold in a minute."

She wiped her hand on her pants, offering it out to him. "I gathered as much. I'm Margaery. It's nice to meet you, even under these conditions."