No. I am sure she expected to die. Her village...the Dothraki had raided it. I had stopped them from taking many of the women, including her.
[Her jaw shifts, and her eyes drop away from Jon down to the bottle of ale. She has not drank a drop, even though she knows it would help with this story. Perhaps that was why she was avoiding it.]
It was why Drogo had taken his wound. One of his warriors had become angry with my how I exercised what little authority and sway I had, and Drogo defended my right to do so.
[Out of her nose comes a tired exhale.]
My act of kindness was not enough to forgive what had been done to her kin, I suppose. She wanted to die, and she wanted to leave with her spit in my eye.
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[Her jaw shifts, and her eyes drop away from Jon down to the bottle of ale. She has not drank a drop, even though she knows it would help with this story. Perhaps that was why she was avoiding it.]
It was why Drogo had taken his wound. One of his warriors had become angry with my how I exercised what little authority and sway I had, and Drogo defended my right to do so.
[Out of her nose comes a tired exhale.]
My act of kindness was not enough to forgive what had been done to her kin, I suppose. She wanted to die, and she wanted to leave with her spit in my eye.