[Sansa laughs too, the soft sort of laugh between friends sharing a secret and she remembers all too well the secrets she shared with Margaery in King's Landing. Marriage to Tyrion and friendship with the future queen had offered her a mantle of protection she hadn't had up until that point. Those had been better days.]

Marriage to Lord Tyrion wasn't so terrible, all told, but the second marriage was horrendous. If I never have to perform my duties for a lord husband again, it will be too soon.

[When Margaery says she does not wish to return, it is as if the sentiment is plucked straight from Sansa's own heart and given life from Margaery's lips. She cannot help but nod along.]

I am tired of the games, Margaery. I am tired of crowns and swords and kings. I just want to be Sansa again.