[ the at least doesn't escape her notice, but she's got way too much pride to voice any trepidation; if she's managed to land here without any burns, maybe she can hope for the best in terms of physical shape. then again, Jone makes the poleaxe look as light as a feather, so - probably not. it's a good thing they're gathering herbs for healing. maybe Margaery will keep some for herself. ]

How old were you when you began fighting, if you don't mind my asking? And was the poleaxe something you chose for your-?

[ she promptly stops speaking when she thinks she hears a noise behind her, not unlike the sound of a branch being stepped on - although that detail might be supplied by her sudden, overactive imagination - and immediately stops to turn around to see if she can find the source. ]

Jone. [ calm, but leveled. no my ladys here. ] Did you hear that?