He nods. “They seem to: that’s one way to tell. I’ve seen a few using that talking device, ones I haven’t met. But not everyone with a creature is one of us by far.” She knows: some people, most people, just have pets. But Ghost isn’t a pet to him. Ghost is part of him, and part wild, like any wolf.

He sits down next to Daenerys on the floor.

“Nothing more than we've already been told. Stay inside, or take a torch. These people know more than she did. They learned the hard way, or they know of someone who did." Another sip of wine, then, “... I’m glad you’re here. It didn’t seem to mean much without you.”