[Margaery is already at the Elfhouse, doing what she can to help. she's not feeling well herself, but she knows that others are feeling worse and what's strange is that they're acting. . . odd. there's no other word for it. she feels fine so far, but she worries that if she gets any more sick, she'll start behaving strangely, too.
all of this is pushed to the side by the sight of Maglor stumbling down the steps with an expression that breaks her heart. she catches him before he can fall]
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all of this is pushed to the side by the sight of Maglor stumbling down the steps with an expression that breaks her heart. she catches him before he can fall]
Maglor? It's me. Margaery. I'm here. You're safe.