Rhys and Reina were brought to Margaery, and once they were in her arms their wailing calmed. Reina snuggled into her mother, apparently content with being held, while Rhys stuck out his tongue and smacked his lips, hungry. Margaery revealed one breast to let him feed while she carefully followed Hannibal. She sat down in a chair to let Rhys feed steadily while Reina slept.

"Not much to offer," she looked over Littlefinger. "But the Spider would have been all fat anyway."

She was tentative about consuming another person. The gods punished such behavior, did they not? But she trusted her husband. Besides, she was curious.