Daenerys passed the cup along to her, and then took a second one of her own, even though she was hesitant to drink it. It was something to wrap her hands around, however, and since people seemed determined to hand things to her - and had done for almost her entire life - it harmed no one to accept them, and then pass them on later to others.

"I'm not?" she asked, with what was probably a knowing smile back in the other woman's direction. To be fair, it wasn't the first time that someone had remarked on her unusual hair, or her regal attire. She was royalty, and had been raised to believe it, and it was hard to conceal that, even among the dust and sweat of the trail.

"What makes you say that?"