Dany had only been taught the bare minimum before; counting, reading, writing; Valyrian. And whatever bits of her country's history Viserys had decided to colour with his own opinion to regale her with. What she'd learned from the time she'd married into the Dothraki onward had been of her own accord, and thanks in part to tomes she'd been gifted for her wedding. She's already recognizing that she'll need to learn more if she's to survive here; she could depend on Jon's skills alone, but that would hardly be fair to him.

Or to her, really. "Planet — ah, another word for 'world.' I see." Yes, it seems as though they truly do have things in common; more than simply their situation in being stuck here.

"I knew a desert too, once. The heat was unrelenting, unbearable. The nights, beyond freezing." She doesn't make a face to speak of it, but she holds herself straight, holds herself together. the other woman is taller than she is, and she must needs tip her face upward to catch her gaze. "That was all you knew from childhood, then — this midden heap of old ships which sailed the stars?" The very notion of a ship doing that is surreal to her.

And lovely. The view must be breathtaking.