For once, Margaery appreciates the opportunity to be the more quiet of the two - which she suspects is on purpose; if their situations were reversed, she would be doing the same. But the thought is as comforting as it is painful: this frightful nightmare means to last long enough for her to accept her own fate.

Still, she manages a small smile at the added comments, still reluctant to let a kind stranger's attempts to comfort go to waste. There's rapport being built here, and despite her better judgment, she can't find any hint of manipulative intent on Peony's part. Ah, she remembers a beat later, but we are not at court. There is no throne here from what she understands, no visible higher point that only one might occupy. They're all in the pits together.

"I..." Her mind flashes to waking up, the inherent confusion of being devoured by wildfire before startling awake on cool forest floor.

"The hospitality was, perhaps, the most confusing outcome thus far," she admits instead, skipping ahead to avoid the pain of remembering the worst details. "I expected hostility and shame and worse, but I was met with kindness I did not expect. Is that- a trick of some kind? A method meant to get our guards down before we're tested for our worth?"