"When did you awaken to that?" she asks, voice soft. Sometimes, she questioned if her life was a nightmare--when Viserys was alive and she'd been taken by the Dothraki in those earlier days. "I wonder if perhaps you're a dragon reborn with the way you speak."

It surprises her how easily he falls into this sort of intimacy. This was not the same man she recalls from that mission prior. The one so blunt. But all the same, perhaps it's for the best that he--

"Here?" A moment to process that. To reel in her surprise, calm the hot flash of anger, the thirst for vengeance. He lifts her as she listens, her hands on him shifting to accommodate for the sweeping gesture. An arm loops around his neck to hold them close, intimate still, the trail of her dress fanning out like a red wave.

Then she's back on her feet, arm slipping from around his neck, but she's the one holding him close.

"How did you obtain this information?" Her gaze sweeps the room. Eyes all around them. "Who else knows?"

Why tell me?