[ Drogon goes, and Loki watches with a sudden curiosity (or envy in a way, perhaps).
his eyes hardly draw from the flap of dark wings and back to Daenerys when he feels the weight of her arms around his shoulders. a hand goes to support her, leaning down where she leans up. there's a scratchy, sandy kiss against his cheeks and he tosses his head as if there's dirty to be thrown from it. ]
Ah, yes ... you were ... absent for quite some time.
[ as if the words were sinking in with the feeling, his grasp tightens a little, borderline desperate. ]
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his eyes hardly draw from the flap of dark wings and back to Daenerys when he feels the weight of her arms around his shoulders. a hand goes to support her, leaning down where she leans up. there's a scratchy, sandy kiss against his cheeks and he tosses his head as if there's dirty to be thrown from it. ]
Ah, yes ... you were ... absent for quite some time.
[ as if the words were sinking in with the feeling, his grasp tightens a little, borderline desperate. ]
A "welcome back" is appropriate.