Arya had a similar reaction when Margaery had given her tea. To ease the girl's fears, she had taken a drink before her, if only to show there was no poison. While Ned Stark hesitated, he didn't seem to need such reassurances. She smiled kindly at him as he sipped at the tea, waiting to see whether or not he liked it. While her cooking was so-so, the tea she made was refreshing and flavorful.

It was an odd sentiment but one she shared. No matter the hard life that they all faced, it at least provided them with a chance at life. The Starks could be together, perhaps not as fully as they would have wished, but enough that they could be a family once more. It was gratifying for Margaery to see, despite that she couldn't take part in it or share a similar feeling.

Her face softened, bearing a measure of sadness. "No. I am alone." Which she was used to in a sense. She had always relied on herself and her own wits to survive. Why should this world be any different?