Beside him in Honir's stables, Dany spies a silver mare — one that reminds her a little too painfully of the one that was gifted to her on her wedding day, to Khal Drogo. There's a major difference, though, between this one and the one she rode to wed on the Great Grass Sea; the number of legs, for one.

Still, she has so little fear that she steps close enough to rest her hand on the mare's nose, turning back to Jon with a smirk. "So you won't ride, simply for that aesthetic reason, alone?"