hadriel | Video 3 - Margaery's Apartment

[The video opens not in the Sewing Shop but in Margaery's apartment where she's sitting in the middle of her bed, a pillow clasped in her arms. she's looking down from the camera and she's in a bathrobe and nightgown, both wrinkled. her hair is disheveled and her eyes are heavily rimmed with red, as though she's spent a long time crying. which she has been. a whole day and night and a new day of crying.

she tries to look up at the camera, clear her throat and speak, but the words don't come. fresh tears well in her eyes and she looks down again, biting her lower lip.

a long moment passes with nothing but Margaery fighting back tears and silent. finally, she looks back up at the camera and speaks]

I--I thought people may want to know that Matt Murdock is no longer among us. His. His help was invaluable in the time before the Null invasion and [her voice breaks] he will be missed greatly.

[she brushes a tear off of her cheek, looking down again. she forces herself to look back up and continues]

I need to apologize to those I promised garments to. I. It will be at least another month before they're finished. I'm--I'm sorry.

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[Barkspawn, having inhaled that treat quickly, is eager to soak up affection and rumbles contentedly, leaning into that hand.

Aren nods, understanding.]

Then don't, it's the sort of day where you don't have to do a damn thing you don't want to. I should've worn mine and made this a pajama party.

[she pets him absent-mindedly. it's hard for her to focus on anything besides her pain]

I may not leave the apartment for the next week. It's just, I keep expecting to turn around and he'll be there.

Fair enough. Do you have enough supplies here to hermit it up for a while?

[Barkspawn stretches and then rolls onto his back, hoping to cheer her up with the power of belly rubs.]

I--I don't know. [she looks down, embarrassed] I haven't been able to hold anything down.

[she just stares. she's really not used to dogs]

[Barkspawn makes a questioning noise, and Aren smirks.]

He wants a belly rub. If you're not in the mood, it's okay. I can always spoil him, but he's also a really good listener. Isn't that right, boy?

[As the mabari wags his tail, Aren glances over.]

Anything as in solid stuff, or can you not even handle broth?

I--I could use a good listener.

[she wipes fresh tears from her eyes]

Solid food. I don't think I have any broth?

There might be some in town, maybe? I'll take a look at the stores again, when I'm out. I know it can be made from scratch, but...that's not something I know how to do. If it's not something I can put on a stick and roast over a fire, I'm kinda lost.

[Barkspawn looks up at Margaery with those soulful eyes after rolling back onto his stomach, ready to be a good boy and provide comfort more than expecting pettings.]

I can't cook, either. I always had someone to do it for me, until I came here.

[Margaery regards Barkspawn with mild curiosity before kneeling down and giving his belly a tentative pet]

[Aren flashes a wry smile as Barkspawn wags his tail, happy to help distract their friend.]

My sister cooked, until I left. And then I was on the road for a year, with other people who knew what to do. Now I have my own keep, so it's still not a problem. If I don't stay here long, maybe I'll never learn.

But all these gadgets help, right? We don't have to make anything, not from scratch. Just throw it in the little oven or whatever and let it do its thing.

[she shakes her head, indicating no, and fresh tears well up]

I--I can't figure out the machines. Matt tried to help, but he's blind. I couldn't describe the machines well enough to make sense of them.

Well: I'm here, I'm not blind, and I can't pretend to know it all, but Cecily clued me in on a few things she must've learned from someone else. I can show you.

[Better that she explain rather than blindly encourage and then the building burns down.]

I would be grateful for your assistance. Thank you.

[something else to focus on would be great. Though, she's not planning on washing the bedsheets for some time. they still smell like him]

No problem. We low-tech people have to help each other out, right? Everyone else takes all this for granted, they don't think to explain unless we ask or set something on fire.

[Barkspawn whines.]

Oh, I've learned better since then. And it wasn't that bad, there was just a ton of smoke....

I've been eating nothing but canned fruit since I arrived. I was too . . . proud to ask for assistance.

Canned fruit...ugh, I got sick of that after a little while, I can't imagine going with it long-term. You definitely need something else.

[She looks thoughtful.]

Barkspawn can hang out with you here and I'll go get something from the shops? I was going to do that anyway, for later.

It's not so bad. They don't have pineapple in the Reach.

[she's petting Barkspawn slowly and gently]

If--if you're sure? You wouldn't be going out of your way?

Nah, not really. I was getting hungry, so we can always have lunch together. And yes, I'll bring you back something, too.

[Barkspawn perks up and wags his tail, all about snacks as well as affection.]

All right. Just so long as it's something light. My stomach is still in knots.

[Margaery is crouched by Barkspawn's side, idly petting him]

Video 3 - Margaery's Apartment

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