[ the only person Margaery saw who could hold a candle to Jone is - was - Brienne of Tarth, and she hadn't nearly been as warm and forthcoming. more grounded and serious, rooted by all she had undoubtedly endured in her life but still gentle, kind.

Margaery tries not to smile at the thought of men attempting to bully Jone as she stands, patting dirt off of her hands. ]

I only fear my presence might be a hindrance if we do meet danger. Although, [ a thoughtful wrinkle to her brow as she glances around to see if there are any other elfroot plants she missed ] I suppose there's no better time to learn what to do in battle?

[ a wry smile is beamed up at Jone. ]

Are the corpses particularly fast, my lady?