[ She turns her head from them for a moment. ] Drogon. [ As if understanding the black-and-red dragon flies for her outstretched hand, landing on it softly he peers at her and then at the elves. ]

I know they can cause fear as well as wonder in others, I apologize if my child caused you both undue stress.

[ It does not surprise her to hear such things, even in her own world there are those who fear her dragons. Stories of Aegon the Conquer and his sisters riding upon the backs of dragons raining down fire, they are enough to instill fear in some. Yet it is with fondness that she regards the dragon in her hand, moving to allow him to climb onto the leather shoulder guard she wears. ]

He is fierce and protective, but means you no harm. I can assure you.

[ Her gaze turns to Galadriel, puzzlement etching onto her face. ] Are you truly a queen, my lady? Or does this man speak with endearments?

[ The fondness between them is hard to ignore, but still IS THIS A THING YOU DID NOT TELL HER? GOSH. ]