[Curiosity gets the better of her and she leans in, examining his fangs. They could easily slice through skin if what he sought was blood.]

Do you crave blood? When I was Khaleesi of the Dothraki and pregnant with Khal Drogo's child... [Her eyes darken and she sits up straighter. She has overcome her grief, but there is still regret.] ...I ate a horse's heart. The Dothraki believed it a noble sacrifice for the child that would, one day, lead them.