"It's been converted into a barn." Margaery answered, running alongside one of the rams, keeping him on a straight path. It would be too easy for him to veer off and run in any direction he wanted otherwise, just as he had earlier. "The cells have been acting as a pen for now."

It wasn't ideal, but it was the best they had. "Until a barn can be built for them." She adds that quickly. There were plans for a greenhouse, but eventually she would push for a barn. If only so her animals could move more freely in the winter.