Thorfinn had thought about staying away from Margaery in the state she must be in. The harsh words she threw at the other woman. the wildling he had never learned bothered to remember her name back in Medietas, he certainly didn't know it now. He wouldn't call her that though, he hated the foul names that were often thrown his way in his raiding days.

Still he knew the animal as soon as he saw it butchered, he knew she was hurting. And even with harsh words at someone else, words she couldn't know cut him to the core, he couldn't leave her to suffer by herself. Stepping over to her he laid a hand on her shoulder. It was so rare for him to offer any kind of touch short of this, a comforting hand on her shoulder, or a hand up from the ground.

"Margaery." He spoke her name but unsure what else to say.