At Sansa's words, Margaery could only smile, feeling a sense of admiration for the poor girl. Regardless of what she'd been through, establishing a line of evidence was the right thing to do. It took a lot courage to stand up and admit being abused. Margaery was thankful it was now rather than later, before it was too late. The thought of reading about her in the media... She shook away the thought. That will never happen again.
"I'd love nothing more than to be there with you," she said, taking one of Sansa's hands in her own. The girl's fingers were ice cold to the touch, as though they had never known warmth. She looked deep into her eyes, so blue, and managed the most gentle demeanor she could. "I don't know what's happened to you, but I assure you, whoever did this... They will pay for it." There was a sense of finality to her words. Margaery Tyrell very much meant them.
Without waiting for a response, Margaery shifted the car from neutral and turned into the right lane, heading down the seemingly deserted freeway. The city passed by the windows, barely visible through the heavy rain, but luckily their destination wasn't far ahead. She felt conflicted, desperately wanting to ask Sansa what did happen, but also not wishing to pry into the girl's sensitive business. A couple moments passed before her curiosity won.
"Hey," she began tentatively, trying to decide which words to use. "I... I know it is none of my business... but what happened?" She slipped a sideways glance at Sansa, hoping the girl didn't close up. "I understand if you don't want to tell me," she added quickly. "It's terribly nosy of me to ask." Silently cursing her need-to-know-everything agenda, Margaery turned down the freeway exit that would lead them to the hospital. Again, she glanced at Sansa, trying to decipher the Stark's reaction. If she closes down, then she won't be honest with the authorities, and this will happen again... damn it. It will all be my fault. She shook away those pesky thoughts.