Rhys and Reina both pouted. Being the eldest, for course they were blamed. But Aenar was getting older, he was just as much to blame as they.

When Sansa replied that they had been well-behaved, Margaery kissed Loerys, then the other three in turn. "My good children, I'm so proud of you," she praised before standing slowly.

Loerys, hungry, began to fuss. It was then Sansa looked troubled. "She's been eating, but not very well."

"Fussy Lolo," Aenar said.

"Ohh...poor darling, not sick are you?" Margaery looked worried. "Sansa, if it's not an imposition, could we stay the night and return to King's Landing in the morning?"

"Of course, your grace," Sansa readily agreed.