Margaery blinks with mild confusion. Surely the training will be difficult if Jone has a skill level too far above her own? She also resolves to try and read up on reavers when they get back home.

"No, apart from watching my brother fight and train often." But what the eyes can follow doesn't always mean it'll translate to her reflexes, and she's ready for an arduous test of endurance. "The closest thing I've ever done to fighting is hawking, and even then, my peregrine did most of the work for me when it came to battles. I suppose I'm hopeful that some combat talent exists in me, as my brother is -" her pause is abrupt, a chill colder than anything the mountain can conjure up washing over her. "-was-" quietly, "-a great fighter."