Food was consumed the moment Dany opened her eyes and could breathe. She'd nearly been ill with how quickly she drank water, her stomach twisting into knots after three hearty gulps that drained her bottle dry. It didn't matter then, didn't matter that her hands shook, nor that Jon saw her in these weak moments.

She follows him to his capsule, because she's no desire to meet a new roommate. Whatever the reason, their dwellings have changed. Likely she would not see Prelati. She'd not seen the girl in Gallipoli, which made her wonder just what had happened to her.

"What's wrong?" she asks him, only noticing he looks back at her. There's something like surprise which appears shortly after he glances back at her. Something which has her fighting back the heaviness of exhaustion and tensing behind him, quickening her steps to follow. "Jon?"