[ The surprising but familiar voice on the other end of the call sends a jolt through Sansa, so much so that she nearly drops the little device when it first registers who she is talking to. Tightening her hold, she turns to look out the window of her room as though she expects to see Margaery standing nearby. ]
Margaery. [ She finds it difficult to breathe in that moment, seized by a strange sense of guilt for abandoning the woman who had wanted her as a sister at one time. ] No, not dead or stolen by...
No, I'm fine. [ She continues after a brief pause. ] Where are you? When did you arrive?
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Margaery. [ She finds it difficult to breathe in that moment, seized by a strange sense of guilt for abandoning the woman who had wanted her as a sister at one time. ] No, not dead or stolen by...
No, I'm fine. [ She continues after a brief pause. ] Where are you? When did you arrive?