Willas shook his head at the two women. He would have thought that he'd have lost his mind by now, being around them for so long. All he could do was pat Hannibal's shoulder and shake his head.

"Best of luck to you," He sighed, sitting down beside his grandmother and rubbing his face.

Margaery chuckled at Hannibal's words and rubbed over her very full belly. She looked up at her grandmother and turned serious.

"Does it truly work, grandmother?" She asked.

"Worked with your father, here we are," Olenna replied. Willas tilted his head back and groaned loudly. Details he didn't need. Margaery looked up to Hannibal and held out her hand.

"Well then, husband. Would you be so kind as to help your lady up?" In her state it was impossible for Margaery to get up on her own.