[He knows how he must sound, and he can hardly blame Margaery for thinking him mad. After all, he had even suspected it of himself, at first. And so he returns the embrace, glad enough for the comfort after the painful memories, and wondering whether there is anything that he can say to convince her.]
[It's as he calms a bit that he finally processes everything. The brink of death, she'd said, and Cersei, and her surprise at seeing him...]
[He draws back by inches, enough to study her face.]
no subject
[It's as he calms a bit that he finally processes everything. The brink of death, she'd said, and Cersei, and her surprise at seeing him...]
[He draws back by inches, enough to study her face.]
Something terrible has happened, hasn't it?