[Jon, too, hears his own name in the stream of words he doesn't understand, though he can indeed tell they're Dothraki: he's heard her speak to her guards often enough. And what she does with the man's hands before she addresses Jon himself is also interesting. In some ways it reminds him of the day he first saw her with Mormont, but there's more to it than that, no matter how she hedges with careful words.
She was introduced to him all those months ago as the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea... as if the Dothraki no longer have other leaders. He's seen the way the Dothraki defer to her and he's fairly certain that all of them, or nearly all, are in Westeros now. She'd said that they crossed the sea for her. All of this implies that there are no more khals other than her.
There's only one khal Jon is aware of who would behave this way towards her... but he should be dead, shouldn't he? Isn't he? A glance shows that his eyes look like any other Dothraki's eyes, not blue, no glow. On one hand, there seems to be affection between them, enough that it gives Jon a small, hot flare of jealousy, but on the other, he remembers the things she told him. The marriage had been arranged, and she had been an unwilling bride -- he doesn't like that, either -- and the khal had been murdered by a witch.
Whatever she's said about Jon, a simple introduction or more, seems to have gained some approval. He returns the other man's nod of acknowledgement, then shoots another curious look at Daenerys and follows the bigger man inside to hear what she has to say, although he has a good idea of what it might be.]
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She was introduced to him all those months ago as the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea... as if the Dothraki no longer have other leaders. He's seen the way the Dothraki defer to her and he's fairly certain that all of them, or nearly all, are in Westeros now. She'd said that they crossed the sea for her. All of this implies that there are no more khals other than her.
There's only one khal Jon is aware of who would behave this way towards her... but he should be dead, shouldn't he? Isn't he? A glance shows that his eyes look like any other Dothraki's eyes, not blue, no glow. On one hand, there seems to be affection between them, enough that it gives Jon a small, hot flare of jealousy, but on the other, he remembers the things she told him. The marriage had been arranged, and she had been an unwilling bride -- he doesn't like that, either -- and the khal had been murdered by a witch.
Whatever she's said about Jon, a simple introduction or more, seems to have gained some approval. He returns the other man's nod of acknowledgement, then shoots another curious look at Daenerys and follows the bigger man inside to hear what she has to say, although he has a good idea of what it might be.]