She staggered back for a moment, the sight of his sword making her nervous, but his immediate change of stance revived her belief that the pair of them were safe and unaffected. Her eyes meeting his, finding the same honesty and light she had seen there before.

Margaery held tightly to his arms, fighting the urge to collapse into his embrace. Fear and anxiety running rampant through her, leaving her close to hysteria. But that wasn't wise, not now. Her wits were needed and she had enough sense to keep herself in tact.

"I am." She assured him, allowing her breaths to help ground her. "There was someone near the elevators that attempted to grab at me, but I believe they were soon distracted by someone else. Something is happening to the candidates' minds!"