She hasn't ventured into the black market... yet. It's her intention to, whilst all the other go about their days. With Robb's awakening, it grows more and more difficult to keep track of each in their group--and it's swiftly becoming a group. First Sansa, now Robb. And that includes only the two-legged individuals, not all their companions.

The excited shouts draw Dany closer to the docks. She's wary of the bay, and for good reason. Dying isn't the most pleasant of experiences. Still, when she catches sight of a familiar mop of reddish, curly hair, she determines to step closer. After her second death, she'd sat at the dock's edge. Why be fearful, now?

"You saw them often?" she asks, looking to him after watching the creature mimic him. "Can't say I ever did."