And yet again, there's a bit of surprise which accompanies that answer. Pleasantly unexpected, really. To not belong to anyone or anything...

What she'd have given for that when Viserys sold her to Drogo. Now, she would rather belong. Now, with her people dead (save Jon), it was like being cast adrift in a cold and foreign place. Beginning anew, that's what this is.

"That can be lonely. Not always, but sometimes," she adds, eyeing Lauralae from the corner of her eye. She's silent for a beat, looking ahead again. Every now and then, pointed ears twitch when a sound rises above the hum of their surroundings: a bird, a twig snapping, the chatter of civilization. "Are you still waiting?"