[There is a look on her face to suggest the information about Melisandre is new to her -- but then, she'd been wrapped up in other issues that had distracted her from her arrival.

She would have to pursue her. Later.]

As Queen, I could make you Lord Paramount. Or your sister. Or is the North like everywhere else, when it comes to that?

[A confused expression sits on her face, like she still does not understand their resistance. Did they think she wanted power, over them? It was a reasonable fear, though unfounded.

She eats while Jon speaks to her, to avoid the urge to cut him off prematurely when he speaks on ruling the North, of demonizing crowns and thrones as if they mattered to no one, as if they were not needed to command respect from others who thought themselves powerful. Who should to use that power to harm the powerless.

And then, he dared to speak of her father. Daenerys paused mid-forkful to let her eyes settle on Jon again.

Silence would stretch between them.]

I am not my father.

[She says it with a deadly calm, as if daring him to disagree. But there is a small tremor in her voice, like the suggestion is something she'd considered before -- perhaps even recently.]