She watched the gentle gesture, brushing her hair aside as the blanket covered her skin. They hadn't had time to enjoy the experience before. After their first time, they had slept and parted company; Talisa arriving soon after. There was none of this, none of the pillow talk that often accompanied lovers.

Margaery reached out to cup his cheek, gazing up into his face with warmth and affection. "You don't need to thank me."