[She had met others from Westeros before, but Ser Barristan and known her brother and father personally. He watched her and took the time to learn of her. Jorah- no, she didn't want to think about him. Quentyn had simply spoken of an arrangement their families had made long ago, but his proposal was never about her as a woman.

This, perhaps, was the first that someone was offering her kindness without desiring something in return. So many others had hosted and helped her brother, but only for his title of king and the potential of power. Illyrio had sold her for profit, Viserys for an army.

She had helped herself all of her life, now there was someone offering to be kind to her, a stranger. It was overwhelming.]

Forgive me...I wasn't well before arriving. Is there something I can drink? Water or wine perhaps? My head is spinning.