"We're here." Loras announces. There's a single bridge- the only way in and out of Storm's End. Save for boat, but unless there was a way to lower boats down that far into the water that Sansa didn't know about. She feels an odd level of worry and Margaery squeezes her hand, and it disappears. It was odd, Margaery holds her hand throughout the entire tour, even when she's to meet her future husband. Sansa wonders for a brief second, had she married Willas, would she still be at Highgarden? Or would she still be holding Margaery's hand, regardless?
Margaery's grip tightens as they see a man with a rather impressive beard- his face breaks into a smile, and Sansa is thankful Loras was next to them as well.
"You must be Margaery." The man says, and Margaery intertwines her fingers with Sansa's- it takes Sansa a moment to realize Margaery was-nervous.
She had, just been, essentially shipped off to be married, Sansa thought. She shudders. But hadn't she almost had the same experience? She mentally shook her head. No. She had her father and sister and Lady waiting for her at home then. She had no one left now.
She was not completely alone, she remembers-the sensation of Margaery's tense fingers reminded her of where she is. The time to think of the past was not then. That was for night when no one could see her tears or hear them.
They're then showed their rooms, and Sansa's was connected to Margaery's. Sansa isn't sure who's more relieved.
The Tyrell doesn't say anything else other than offering to braid Sansa's hair after they were left alone. Sansa doesn't push it, just sits on the bed, waiting.