[He listens. That's strange, that she has lived through more of their time together since Jerusalem, when he's only gone from there to here. The memories match... but how did it happen at all? There is very little magic in the world anymore, if there ever was. What, then, is COST? And why would they afford her more of her time, more of the things she's seen, than they had before?]

Sit, Your Grace. If you want to.

[It's an offer, not a command, but there's nowhere for them both to sit unless they sit together on the pallet. And things had changed between them after Eastwatch, not before, so speaking to her more formally seems right, even if it also makes this a touch more difficult.]

Nothing like that has happened to me, but I remember more than you do. We went to King's Landing after Eastwatch, and back to Dragonstone again, and sailed together for the North from there.