"Are you enjoying the food?" Margaery asked, taking the seat beside Sansa. It was still surreal to see her friend, after so many months of worrying and wondering about her. It felt as though she had family with her here, an actual sibling that she could trust and love. It eased her mind more than she could say.

Even if she looked a fright. Her eye was still swollen and there was a bruise around on her face, all carefully covered by her hair artfully arranged.

"Despite the luxuries we are missing, we at least have delicious meals." With what they had, at least. "I daresay you may be the better cook than I am."