"What are we going to do if we are snowed in?" Margaery asked softly, rubbing her arms once more. The snow had been unexpected thus far, as had the dropping temperatures, she would need to construct a wool cloak for herself and quickly. "Do we have anything in reserve if that should happen? Do we have enough firewood?"

She had never experienced winter before or had to worry about these sort of matters. It struck her quite suddenly how badly prepared she was for this sort of life. It must be normal for Jon. It left her feeling ridiculous, as though she were nothing more than an uneducated southron lady. There was a reason the Stark words were "Winter is Coming". It was a warning, not some gloomy sentiment.

"How can I help?"