Sansa wakes up in a car, Margaery next to her.
"Do you want to tell the driver where you live?" She asks.
Sansa shakes her head- at whatever time in the morning- all of the doors to her house are locked, everyone is asleep and she doesn't have a key.
"Do you want to crash at my place until you can get home?" Margaery offers- she has no idea why she does, maybe it's because Sansa hasn't killed her so she feels like she owes the Stark- or maybe Sansa's just been that nice- and she can see the vulnerability in those blue eyes too-
"Yes. Thank you." Sansa answers as quickly as possible while the fog of exhaustion is still blanketing her brain.
Margaery nods, and they stop at a bakery, and they get out. Margaery is holding the bag, links her elbow with Sana's and leads her through the streets and sidewalks. They walk up a few flights of stairs and Margaery stops them at the door and leaned close to Sansa.
"You are another florist- you work with me occasionally on weddings. We had a long day- you will not mention our real work and I offered to let you stay the night." Margaery whispered in her ear, waited for the Stark's nod- and unlocked the door. It was dark in the apartment, Margaery turned the lights on to a dim setting- and pointed to a door.
"The bathroom's in there if you want to use it."
"Thank you." Sansa told her, and went to it.
While she heard the water run, Margaery thought of the assassin in her shower while she made her couch into a bed. This was not how she had envisioned her Tuesday. Once their time was technically up- Oberyn told them to have a nice week- and Margaery watched him rip out toenails for a second before carefully picking Sansa up bridal style, grabbing her hoodie and managing to put it on top of her and grabbing the bag with a few fingers.
"Have a nice day!" She called, looking at Oberyn.
"You too!" He shouted back, and Margaery skillfully moved her foot against the handle to open the door. It opened, and she pushed her back against it, and quickly exited, and saw the car waiting for her. A door opened, and she walked to it, and deposited Sansa into the car, shut the door and walked around to the other side. She entered and told the driver the address she wanted to be dropped off .
And she heard a knock at her open bedroom door.
"Margaery? Can I borrow some clothes?"
"Yeah- just a second." She said, and quickly searched through her drawers. She handed Sansa a long gray nightshirt and matching pants through the crack in her door.
She heard movement, and continued to spread blankets on the sofa- and then she heard the light turn off and the door open.
"The sofa bed is actually soft, don't worry-do you need anything else?" Margaery asked. Sansa shook her head, and set her phone next to Margaery's on the nightstand and yawned. Margaery dimmed the lights and they entered their respective beds and were out like the rest of the lights in the apartment.