"And you willingly traveled beyond the Wall to relive that." She clicks her tongue at him, clearly teasing. "The way you speak of it, I'm beginning to suspect you miss it."

It is a bit like sharing horror stories. Speak of stallion hearts and using shit for a flame's fuel. It almost feels normal, like the evenings in Dragonstone, where conversations with wine by the hearth were to be had amidst all their people. The reminder hurts far worse than thinking of her stillborn. Rhaego has been gone for years, but Missandei and the others? It hadn't been that long since she'd seen them last.

"There's not much else to say about him." Save his appearance and the way he died. She looks at Jon now, lifting her brows. "I'd thought saddle sores were the worst I'd face, but I think the sickness and retching while I was pregnant was far worse."