[ there's a foundation of bittersweet relief that always surfaces even more whenever Margaery thinks about the fact that she'll never return home, but her smile is endlessly grateful: ]

I don't think hope is a silly thing to claim at all. Especially not when you're gifting it to me also. If I am to acclimate as much as I can to my new home, this will be a necessity, I'm sure.

[ she pretends to give Adrasteia a lookover before grinning more playfully. ]

Something tells me you're absolutely lethal with a knife, my lady. And how did you get trained, if you don't mind my asking?