Ghost. Her gaze lowers to the white wolf nearby whilst Jon goes to speak with the innkeeper. And she ducks to a crouch, which is instant invitation for both animals to come over to her. Irriella pounces from Ghost and scrambles up Dany's leg, nudging a cold nose against her stomach. Ghost trots over, earning himself a few strokes to his head and scruff like she might've done to Jon. All the while, Jon never leaves her line of sight.

"So handsome," she can be heard saying to Ghost. "Such a sweetling."

One last scratch behind the ears and she lugs Irriella up into her arms and turns to her wolf, once he's back. He's really here. Really alive. This isn't something she's imagined--though truth be told, she's had little time to imagine much of anything these last few days.

"I could have helped," she murmurs once they begin toward the staircase. To any listening or watching, it's 'domestic' bickering. What it really is, however, is a chide and a thank you, both shoddy at best, because she's making sure that they're touching or she's watching him the entire way to his room. "You didn't have to give what you have."