Degrading, perhaps, but no worse than anything else she had endured (which in turn was not -- not so horrible as what had happened to Sansa, but hardly a pleasant experience). Margaery was doubtless a comfort, the sort she had never known without knowing it would end. That alone was worth everything else.

She smiled as Margaery joined their hands, then again at that comment.

"In one way or another, I've been hidden all of my life," she pointed out. "At least with you, I would be happy about it."