[She still keeps her eyes on him even as he looks up at Balerion's skull. She knows the size, standing before it plenty of times as she thought of her own dragon's size. She knows the might, though never saw it personally. Watching Daemon proves more interesting anyway. He is living in front of her, perhaps just as imposing, she has heard.
His excuse sounds both like him and very much like an excuse. Her brows rise a little. She may have called him out should she have been more sober, but instead she posits a question instead.]
Did you mean to see me again, Uncle? [She does not mean for the goodbyes they have already exchanged, not expecting to see him at all at her wedding period, but perhaps she is asking after something more personal.]
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His excuse sounds both like him and very much like an excuse. Her brows rise a little. She may have called him out should she have been more sober, but instead she posits a question instead.]
Did you mean to see me again, Uncle? [She does not mean for the goodbyes they have already exchanged, not expecting to see him at all at her wedding period, but perhaps she is asking after something more personal.]