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"I... I understand, Lady Margaery," Sansa replied. Despite her distress, she smiling admiringly at the older girl - a young woman, actually. Margaery was so elegant and graceful, so sensual, it seemed she did everything effortlessly, and always with her gentle, alluring smile. Sansa felt so plain and childish next to the rose of Highgarden.
"Th-thank you so much for coming to see me," Sansa added graciously. "It is most wonderful to see you again. And I... I would most like to see what this comfort is, that you speak of."
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