Logan's return filled her with conflicting emotions, relief and concern battling between themselves for dominance. While she had missed him and wished for him back, she had never wanted him to arrive in this state. He was far older than she remembered and worn, injured to such a degree, she feared for his life.

Yet he seemed to recover, if not slowly. When he was returned to his home, Margaery followed. She sat at his bedside as he slept, making him food and bringing him fresh water. When he woke and moved about, she would leave him to his silence, only sitting at his side to offer support. She would watch the skyline, listening to the sounds of the forest, simply sitting with him as he recovered from whatever haunted his memories.

Her eyes drifted to his, full of worry and sympathy. Gently, she offered him her hand.