Dany has intentionally restrained the better part of her surprise, as she tends to with particularly strong emotions in general when she's out in public. But it's there, that wonder, that awe. To rise above the clouds, to sail among the stars; she doesn't think even her dragons might accomplish that without some manner of sorcery involved.

"Star... systems?" What are those, exactly? The lack of recognition and veiled undercurrent of curiosity continue, sparking in her eyes as the conversation continues.

Ah. Her lips purse together, the lines around her eyes softening. "A harsh life, then. And your family?" It may well be a sore topic, as hers can certainly be. But she'd like to believe that any parents would work the harder to spare their daughter arduous labour beneath the unforgiving desert sun. I would have, for Rhaego. The thought comes unbidden, and then slips away.

"The Red Waste? I'm not sure. We never experienced one during our crossing, my people and I. But there are no sources of water; only rocky hills, sand and ruins. The broken shells of ancient cities are littered across its expanse."