[He nods. He met Rey at Everest; she had known him already. As he follows Daenerys, it’s nice to feel the grass under his feet. Once in a while he gets the sense that eyes are following him, but he can’t place where it comes from, except once, when he turns and sees a flash of gold in the trees. He frowns at it, looks closer, and realizes that he can’t stop to look at it more.

When they arrive at the clearing, he notices its state, the burned patch, the claw marks. It isn’t too bad, but it doesn’t make much sense out here. Unless it was done by whatever he’d seen. Was it big enough to leave those claw marks? How would it light the —

Ah. But that doesn’t make any sense.]

All the people living behind walls. I brought the Free Folk south of the Wall, so they could be with other living men, but — not the same here. I don’t know what’s better.

[He doesn’t like these cities. They’re big, impressive, imposing, busy, but there should be other ways to live.]

He makes himself available to help her spread the blanket she’s brought, if she wants him to. It’s appreciated, since his cloak didn’t come here any more than Longclaw did, and unlike some parts of the city he’s seen, there are no benches anywhere about.]

I brought ale. It’s — I’ve had much worse.