Her hands fall back to her sides, and she's quick to fall into step beside him, leaving the alleyway in favor of walking the streets. It's hot and humid in Wyver, little pockets of sunshine peeping through the dense foliage above. She wears thinner, lighter fabrics in this city--not the heavy tunic from Westeros, far more a fit for Olympia's clime.

"A dragon in name is still one link closer than far more around us have right to claim." She looks ahead, careful not to slacken her posture for fear of agitating her back. "I'd grown used to this sort of weather in the lands I was raised. The dragon's sanctuary--I work there, tending to this land's populace."

Faring better? In some ways. She'd also been kidnapped, though.