It had been an equally long time since one addressed her as Lady and not Your Grace. She forgives the error, simply because he does not appear to be Westerosi. An honest mistake.

The honesty to his words has her brows arching, head tilting as curiosity niggles. "Do you believe yourself to be frightening? I wonder if I should take offense to your lack of faith in my resolve."

She hardly sounds offended. If anything, there's the faintest hint of amusement to her tone. Though his comment is curious, and she wonders just how deep a sleep so many of those in their pods are in. She cannot recall her own slumber, save for brief flashes, like sunlight catching the water's edge at a certain angle, causing it to seemingly sparkle.

"My days are not." Or they should not be. She looks ahead, biting back a sigh. What's a world to become when it moves beyond princes and crowns? A difficult one to imagine, that's what. "And foreign is nothing new to me, my lord. I would not argue against making an attempt in settling, if that is what you truly wish. Constant conquering doesn't lead to happiness, but leading one's people can."