"You think yourself strong enough to carry me?" She arches her brows at him, amusement dancing in her eyes. "I wonder what you'd think of the great pyramid of Meereen."

She steps closer, acceding to the offer. Not often one carries her, but with the heat of the day, the events so recent, the ache in her back from healing wounds, she doesn't mind it. At least it would mean privacy soon enough.

"It is precious. All the more reason to protect it." For once, she backs down from this argument about his nature. Only time would prove her point, and perhaps he would see that one day. In this, she's sure.