"I'd enjoy seeing that strength, I'm sure." She's always enjoyed a great display. Suffice it to say, when Drogo swore to fell those in Westeros, she'd been near overwhelmed with how much she enjoyed it. But witnessing Vlad's strength would be different, for he is not her husband, and she had no intentions to lust over a man who still held his wife so close to his heart. Especially when she was involved with Jon. "Not in the slightest?"

He lifts her so easily, the hand not pinned between them reaching for his far shoulder. But there is no waiver, and it's a useless motion, for she needs no steadying. He moves quick, like the wind, and the gust of air is sweet against her cheeks.

Like flying, almost.

"I like it enough." It's not home, is what she means. "It's not large enough for my people, should they ever wake. But it's higher, and there's a breeze.

"What's more important is whether you find it to your liking."