It is an easiness which is still so very familiar to her, for it had just occurred in her memory. She falls back into that companionability with relative ease, though there is a niggling worry in the back of her mind that his time awake has changed him in ways she cannot yet fathom.

Fingers ghost along the furs of his cloak as he speaks, that hint of a smile still remaining as she listens, soon shifting to something tinged with teasing amusement. "The King in the North is a royal guard, now?"

He's qualified for something far, far more than that. Not that it should matter, so long as it brings him some happiness.

Her hands slip away from him, falling back to her sides as he pulls back. There's a search for something in his pockets, and she tilts her head, curious about what he could possibly have to show her.

The last thing she expects to see is a dragon in his palm.

Immediately her expression grows impossibly soft, and that sense of unease from the time of her awakening lessens. He found a dragon carving in the market and bought it. How can her heart possibly swell so large in her chest and not burst? This simple figurine banishes the last remnants of cold from her as she reaches for it, achingly careful as she lifts it from his palm for further study.

"They even carved little teeth," she says with a laugh. "I can't say Drogon's are as charming as these."