"The," he begins, eyes tracking Irriella before flicking back to his partner, "vengeful kind."

Hand firmly keeping her steady, he steps in and is very mindful of her dress, her toes, and the people around them. There's no better opportunity for this exchange of information and no better person—now that everyone he cared to lose has been lost—to tell; his inability to cherish his own life is leading him into the risky behaviour but something has to change.

And it will.

Hei leans with Daenerys into the next step and guides her close, intimately close, cheek against her hair. It's important, crucial, and the words he speaks low by her ear make that obvious immediately.

"I know where to find Kebechet."