[it's likely going to be more like at least a week before Margaery feels up to doing anything other than mourn, possibly even two weeks. she's not weak--no one could survive as long as she did in Westeros and be weak--but she's just so overwhelmed by her feelings that she can't even think straight right now. all she can think about is the loss of the man she loves and the second chance at life she felt she found with him.
Margaery lowers the pillow to the bed, uncurls herself from the ball she's been sitting in, and goes to the door to open it]
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Margaery lowers the pillow to the bed, uncurls herself from the ball she's been sitting in, and goes to the door to open it]
Hello, Ikaruga. Please, come in.