[ An emphatic nod, all agreement with Emma's words. She falls into step when they begin walking, smoothing her fingers along the hatchling's spine when it begins to grow restless the further they walk from the cafe, and the louder the environment grows. ]

Dragon whisperer? There's no whispering involved with them.

[ Dany. Not Daenerys. Suffice it to say she's surprised enough that she doesn't correct Emma. Third time in her life someone's called her by that name, and it's far less unpleasant. ]

I've brought seared meat for them--it's outside the gates where I left some of my belongings. They seem to have a preference for it charred, like Drogon did when he was the same age.

[ There's a shout further back. She looks to the others, who have a far better understanding of the streets than she. ]