[ He was in a unique position to notice her absence for what it was, as quickly as he did. Not something they've talked about, at least as it relates to the two of them (the three of them, if you count him, her, and the nameless thing that isn't a relationship and isn't platonic distance).
For a while he thought he should wait, like he was going to wait before letting someone know - who? Gwen, maybe, or the knight from her home he knows of but hasn't met - because twenty-four hours might still be just one of the Porter's strange blips. Double that, even. Three days, was the desultory minimum he'd decided on. But why bother, when time is not the linear thing he once thought it was. Why court becoming moody or forgetful, when he could just do it. He'd wanted to tell her that stupid story and hadn't gotten around to it yet.
[ She strokes a finger down the curve of Drogon's spine, which he tolerates more than appreciates, probably, but sometimes her children must endure human displays of affection. ]
Pray, what sort of conversations does one have with one of your dragons? Once in good spirits.
Same conversations you'd have with any drunk, just a little farther away.
[ You know, so you don't end up squished or accidentally incinerated because Joe Dragon leaned over on his tipsy elbow to tell you about his thieving ex. ]
I've never had enough mead to give it a go, [ is said in a chuckle. Yes, that's totally why, and not because it's bogus. (Or is it.) ]
Don't know if there's a way to say 'welcome back' without making it a little weird. Pretend I figured it out.
[ The situation is a strange one. They should all wish to go home, and no one should wish their friends trapped forever; and yet he'd miss her, and yet he knows something awful awaits her.
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For a while he thought he should wait, like he was going to wait before letting someone know - who? Gwen, maybe, or the knight from her home he knows of but hasn't met - because twenty-four hours might still be just one of the Porter's strange blips. Double that, even. Three days, was the desultory minimum he'd decided on. But why bother, when time is not the linear thing he once thought it was. Why court becoming moody or forgetful, when he could just do it. He'd wanted to tell her that stupid story and hadn't gotten around to it yet.
No regrets, right?
Arthur's laugh is warm and genuine. ]
That one's an edited-for-time dragontale.
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[ She strokes a finger down the curve of Drogon's spine, which he tolerates more than appreciates, probably, but sometimes her children must endure human displays of affection. ]
Pray, what sort of conversations does one have with one of your dragons? Once in good spirits.
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[ You know, so you don't end up squished or accidentally incinerated because Joe Dragon leaned over on his tipsy elbow to tell you about his thieving ex. ]
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[ Because his dragons may be drunkards, but she will take their side regardless!!
The sound of a voice, barely audible, and Dany covering the mouthpiece of her phone to clarify: it's the second one on the left, thank you. ]
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Don't know if there's a way to say 'welcome back' without making it a little weird. Pretend I figured it out.
[ The situation is a strange one. They should all wish to go home, and no one should wish their friends trapped forever; and yet he'd miss her, and yet he knows something awful awaits her.
Better to make a joke about it? Who knows. ]