Daenerys had heard the rumors of Margaery Tyrell's friendliness, of course, her benevolent deeds done across King's Landing (it would be difficult to say that she trusted anyone here, or hardly anyone at all, but paying mind to the smallfolk did somewhat endear Margaery to her before the fact, if for no other reason than that she'd do herself if she had means) and her easy charm.

She wasn't prepared for that much friendliness and charm, though. She could count on one hand the number of people who had ever embraced her in any context, and the offer came as something of a surprise to her, but it wasn't one she could very well refuse, was it? If for nothing but manners' sake.

"My lady," she murmured politely once they'd both stepped back.