"My hair," she repeats. Well isn't he an interesting one? Very few are so keen on outright telling her what's strange to their eye. Jon likes my hair, she nearly retorts, unsure why the thought even comes to mind. Since when does she feel the need to explain anything of herself to a stranger? "All Targaryens have hair this color. It's because we're Valyrian elves."

At least he keeps in step with her. Truthfully, she might prefer speaking of her hair than hearing such jaded talk.

It earns him a sharp look over her shoulder. "Literally, ser?"

Dangerous grounds, Dany. Just because one brother was a shiftling doesn't mean another will be. She shouldn't be fishing for that information.