[ Her gaze sharpens. Difficult to tell whether she reacts to his name, or the fact that he calls her people savages. ]

I should push you off my son.

[ She doesn't. Her grip remains firm around his wrist, though she realizes this is likely a stupid act of mercy. Still, he'd not caused harm to her, though she's heard enough of the troubles he'd caused whilst he lived. ]

Leave it to a Westerosi lord to name anything different from him a savage. [ Carriages burst into flame. ] The Dothraki live for battle.