Margaery gets the distinct feeling that she won't need to speak very much tonight - and somehow it's comforting. Familiar. All she's done since she's arrived is learn and as the whole mess of her arrival is still gnarled and tangled in her mind, she's happier for the fact that no one asks her any pressing questions or invites her to speak about herself.

So there's a new, genuine hint of relief as she takes the offered seat and smiles up at Wysteria.

"Discussion should be just fine, I think. My time in the library has been focused on catching up on all the knowledge of this place and I'd like to seek a break for my eyes whenever I can."

A pause.

"If it's alright for me to ask - what draws you to be so passionate about rifter knowledge, my lady? What do you hope to accomplish?"