"I dreamt of the stars and the Great Stallion's fiery khalasar. She said Westeros was gone."

There was more, but she's no desire to dwell upon that conversation. Yet. Again, much like her dragons, there were other matters to discuss. Things to learn once she acclimated enough. If those who had saved she and Jon had saved his direwolf, then perhaps her dragons were spared as well. If she'd slept for nearly a year, then there were other matters to tend to before she demanded her reunion with Drogon and Rhaegal.

It was clear this time of separation between them was riddled with unpleasantness for Jon, though to what extent, she cannot say. Not all of it was terrible if his family was here, though. She was grateful for that. Fingers tracing his brow, her eyes flick over his features, recommitting them to memory.

And then the hint of a smile, like the one when he'd joked about them being fucked, tilts her lips. Not quite timid--a dragon never could be--but still all the same with him.

"What else do you do? Start from the beginning, and then we'll move on to the rest of it."