[ Brother has opposed brother since time immemorial in tales, and so Dany is not surprised. The Targaryens hold a similar history in Westeros, often enough that she cannot trouble to remember them all.

And so she listens in silence, absorbing everything with far greater ease than she might have done when she'd first arrived. ]

Your scheme is a poor one, if they speak truly, [ she teases. ] You did not build your own self a way out.

[ Nonetheless, clearly this Loki is so distasteful to the alleged defenders of the world that their dislike for him transcends even their dislike for each other. ]

If he should dare seek arrows, I shall burn them all. [ The arrows, not the people; he is speaking only in metaphor. It is a simple enough statement, but the meaning is plain: Loki is one of her people, now. ] What scales could they hope to balance here? Silence your singing, perhaps? Or else paint your fingernails some other color? [ She peers at him. ] But it is not what they will do that troubles you, is that the way of it? The truth of their Loki is too close to what you fear for yourself.

[ And they accuse him of their Loki's deeds, she presumes, when he has worked so hard to be different. ]