[ there's something to be said about the smell, overwhelming and stubborn, even fouler than her own prison cell had been. Margaery nods, lips pressed in a thin line to avoid the very real possibility of gagging after the wind brings her a generous whiff.

she speaks again later, when they've left the spider behind and her adrenaline has worn off quickly with the amount of care she takes not to stumble - going uphill is straightforward in its hardship, but going down presents its own deceptive challenges. ]

You saved my life back there, you know. I don't know what I could possibly do to thank you proper, but if there's anything, I hope you'll let me know right away.