That's disgusting. Her look all but announces that. Didn't matter if she'd seen the things she saw, innards and blood and fecal matter splashing onto a battlefield the Dothraki and Unsullied claimed as theirs. Burning it?

"And I thought the desert was unbearable..."

Glancing down at their hands, she turns hers from beneath his, to link their fingers together.

"I never did with some of them." Some of the levity fades from her eyes; she looks away, toward the bar. "He was to be the Stallion Who Mounts the World."