A quiet hum is her response. That he doesn't expand on the thought is answer enough to leave the topic alone. Whatever the length of time was didn't matter. They were still here, in this world... and their world was gone.
Were all those from their world here? Every man, woman, and child? Or were there sacrifices, even in those who would be saved? Would she recognize any of the slaves from Essos, if she bothered to venture deeper into the stasis room? Would she find Pyat Pree, and even Mirri Maz Duur? ...Doreah? Those are things she wishes not to dwell on, so instead, Dany focuses on his comment about food.
"Better than sheep?" She lifts her brows, her tone taking on a more horrified hint to it, and shakes her head. Her gaze flicks back down to the lantern with his painting. It's likely best he is a warrior and not a painter... just like she's a queen and not a poet. "There's nothing better than sheep."
OOF I missed this!
Were all those from their world here? Every man, woman, and child? Or were there sacrifices, even in those who would be saved? Would she recognize any of the slaves from Essos, if she bothered to venture deeper into the stasis room? Would she find Pyat Pree, and even Mirri Maz Duur? ...Doreah? Those are things she wishes not to dwell on, so instead, Dany focuses on his comment about food.
"Better than sheep?" She lifts her brows, her tone taking on a more horrified hint to it, and shakes her head. Her gaze flicks back down to the lantern with his painting. It's likely best he is a warrior and not a painter... just like she's a queen and not a poet. "There's nothing better than sheep."