Margaery had purposely held back on her punches. She didn't want to do more damage to him, or worse yet risk his death. Margaery buried her face into his neck as he held her.

"My Tyrell blood burns too hot," she looked up to him. "He could not have frozen me, there is yet magic over the Southern clans that the North knows not."

She brought her fingers up over his cheek and looked into his eyes. "Promise me you won't ever do that again. I can't handle watching that again."