She could hear someone nearby, his movements muffled and quick. It was a hunter, that much was clear. She recalled the sound of someone on a mission, their entire focus on their actions and thoughts. Margaery pulled back a little, waiting to spy their face, uncertain if it was a friend or foe. She had lived long enough in Westeros to know better than to trust anyone.

But the sight of Robb was a welcome relief. She charged forward, calling out his name as she stepped into the light. "Your not hurt?" She asked him in concern.