Her smile is a tired one, but no less sincere, and she's not coy about the way she studies him as she approaches.
The weather does feel impossibly warm, almost as if the world is apologizing for the heaviness of the past few days, but Margaery looks as if she's expecting to stroll in colder climates; the shawl around her shoulders is pretty, very obviously a gift and an efficient way to cover up, with her arms crossed and hidden under all the folds.
It's silly, perhaps, to take such measures when they've survived so much, but. They're still here, and not without injury or pain.
Which is why she breezes through their usual brand of greetings and walks up to him to give him a proper hug, effectively enveloping him in soft wool wings and a squeeze around his midsection to make up for her uncharacteristic silence.
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The weather does feel impossibly warm, almost as if the world is apologizing for the heaviness of the past few days, but Margaery looks as if she's expecting to stroll in colder climates; the shawl around her shoulders is pretty, very obviously a gift and an efficient way to cover up, with her arms crossed and hidden under all the folds.
It's silly, perhaps, to take such measures when they've survived so much, but. They're still here, and not without injury or pain.
Which is why she breezes through their usual brand of greetings and walks up to him to give him a proper hug, effectively enveloping him in soft wool wings and a squeeze around his midsection to make up for her uncharacteristic silence.