[She keeps hold of his hands, not quick to let him go when this felt rather natural and calming. She looks over his fingers, marking each callous with her gaze. Similar hardships that she had shared. Long hours spent in the saddle and hard work.

He might be king, but he well understood what his people endured. The proof was here on his skin.]

You will have to race me. [Gods, what she would give for her Silver.] The Dothraki admire fierce riders. I heard Northmen were skilled in such things as well. I should like to see it.

[Her face was warm when she looked up at him.]

I'm the same. It's why I spend my days rebuilding and restoring parts of the city.