"Did you return with new memories?" It was what happened to Thorfinn. He had gone a certain age, only to come back older. It was strange, but part of Margaery suspected that the observers were toying with them. It was a glimpse of home before they were quickly brought back. At least for herself, she wasn't going to be tossed about in that manner. There was nothing to return to.

"He forgot how to speak the common tongue during his time away from the village." She glanced back towards the window, the memory hurting her heart. He was another friend and family member now gone. She missed their morning walks and the conversations they had, even if they were stilted. He had been kind to her and compassionate where she knew little of it. It was a loss that resonated with her.

"I don't know. The storms in this place are unpredictable and long. There isn't much we can do but wait it out. You might get injured if you go outside in this."