The smile slips, replaced by a carefully neutral look. Not quite the queenly mask she's donned when feeling vulnerable, but close enough she might as well have. She lightly squeezes his hand after he presses a kiss to hers--reminded of Jorah, she is, with the gesture. It makes her heart lurch for an achingly homesick reason which is soon brushed aside as she shakes her head.

"I was taken," she quietly says. Not quite as happy anymore. "You have my apologies if I'd worried you with my lack of answer, my lord."