[Daenerys' demeanor is somewhat icy when she answers the door, though not because of Jon. She's wrapped tightly in a long black peacoat, hair braided upward. For a long moment, she just stares at his face, as if she's willing herself to say something -- but it just doesn't come.
When she gives up on it, it is easier to offer him a false smile.]
We have a walk ahead of us. Are you ready?
[The sack she carries is also made of cloth, sitting high on her hip. Inside of it, she's packed two salads and two bottles of water. It is nothing particularly extravagant.]
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When she gives up on it, it is easier to offer him a false smile.]
We have a walk ahead of us. Are you ready?
[The sack she carries is also made of cloth, sitting high on her hip. Inside of it, she's packed two salads and two bottles of water. It is nothing particularly extravagant.]