[Margaery has run herself ragged helping at the Elfhouse and is now deeply sick herself. her eyes are bright with fever and something else. they're darting around her as though she's looking for something in every corner. she approaches him, something like relief on her face]

Curufin, perhaps you can help me? Cersei Lannister is here along with her guardian. They won't stop until I'm dead once and for all. I can't do this by myself.