"I've been thinking that, too. How we've had this misfortune, but also a strange silver lining. I had to stitch up Jone's face in the infirmary - which, as you might understand, was not a small task - but all the same, no one was delivered unconscious, or battered beyond measure. We are lucky."

And in any other time, she might have gently poked fun at his gentlemanly call to take her for a walk, but that desperate grasp at typical humor almost feels disrespectful in how superficial it'd be.

"But... physical injury is almost easier to cure than what else might ail us," Margaery says, her tone just careful enough to seem speculative. "For instance, I don't know when I'll ever be able to get a full night's sleep again."