Looking at the piglet, Margaery's mind drifted towards Gilbert, left alone in her bungalow and likely whining at the door for her. As much as she wanted to wait out the storm, a part of her feared how her dog was doing without her. He didn't like to be on his own during storms.

"Do you bring him with you everywhere?" She nodded at Itiiti in amusement. It was the first pig she had seen in the village. She made the mistake of becoming attached to her livestock, and given how kind Moana was, it seemed likely she would be much the same. "Is he new?" Was it a boy? It was a bit hard to tell.

She glanced back towards the window. "I was walking to the inn. There was never a storm like this the summer before. The weather seems to always be intense."