She's grateful for the silence the way someone is grateful when they feel the burn of poultice over a wound: it's a white hot pain for a few seconds before it all recedes.

"I can. I've been riding since I could walk, but I'm not sure what qualifies as exercise." But she's never quite liked being on the receiving end of questions, as harmless as they are, and Margaery can't help the way she dishes out a few of her own.

"I know you mentioned you're a reaver and that pain can make you stronger - does that mean all your people are understood to be fighters, from the moment they're born?"