[ She has cause to be wary of revealing a measure of herself to a god of chaos. Loki cares for her too much to try and ruin her, though Dany thinks he might betray her if he thought it was for her own benefit. Recalling that he has already told her much of his own self, she weighs the risk, and accepts it.

Outside, the sounds of the storm seem to fill the cave, ringing loud and hollow against her answer. ]

Once my dreams whispered of home, but now they show me only smoke and fire. I would do what gladdens my heart, [ she tells him, lifting his hands to kiss the knuckles. ] Fly, until some unseen god lays claim to my last breath. Fly, and burn. That is when I am whole, Loki.

[ Does that trouble him, frustrate him? The confession smolders between them. Some small part of her feels terrified, but still more of her is exhilarated. It is a release she had allowed herself only in small measures in Meereen (They are dragons, Quentyn, and so am I), but she is no longer the queen she was when she first took her city. Perhaps she never was ... but that is a sad thought. ]