[In truth, she still was. It would not do to be so upfront about it then -- but Daenerys was also not a liar, at least not when it came to people she kept close to her. Jon may not quite be at that level yet -- but he is closer than most. Not necessarily by her choosing, but because he and Sansa are the most familiar things here.

And she finds herself clinging.]

Perhaps. But, as I see it, if you truly wanted to do me harm -- it would have been much easier to do before I was able to introduce myself to others here. The rest, I hope, will come with time.

[She lets her arms fall and folds her hands in front of her. Jon pays her compliment (and in the back of her mind echoes: You have a gentle heart), and she lets her smile linger a little longer. She never knows how to receive those sorts of compliments.

After all, she always thought herself good and right, but she'd made mistakes before. They would be much more costly if she made them here.]

Time will tell.