Margaery shook her head, giving a sad, knowing smile to Sansa. "I don't think I could, even if I wished to. So much has happened to me here and I have been in this place for years. If I were to go home, I don't know if I would be the same person anymore." It was complicated and pessimistic, but it was also realistic to everything that had happened. She had her shelter, a lover, friends. This was her world now.

She grinned, squeezing Sansa's hands. "I will do everything I can to see you are happy here, Sansa. To begin with, you should stay with me. I have a very comfortable home and I should love for you to be with me."