Daenerys smiles, appreciating the fact that Ariadne looks at her before she moves into the next verse. It makes her feel almost as though the words are being sung just for her, although of course the opposite is true. Songs are sung much for the pleasure of the singer, in most cases.

She settles quietly, on one of the upturned - and now almost empty - casks of salt, raising her eyes to watch, still listening, intent upon approaching the woman once the song ended.

While before, she'd wondered about other things, now she wished to ask her which gods she served. It was the first time since arriving here that she'd heard the word used in the plural, as it was for those in the old world of her own kingdom. Perhaps they were the same gods.