"And there are—" Dany's brows knit together, as she has to expend more effort upon restraining her awe and wonder. Looking up at Rey now, her confusion and curiosity both are apparent. "Thousands of them?"

Clusters of stars, clusters of worlds. Her lack of a formal education doesn't mean that she cannot approximate roughly how many worlds that would mean exist out there. The one she comes from may be one of millions. It's a thing which should be humbling, but for the moment, she's internally awestruck.

She notes the other woman's silence regarding her family, and merely accepts it. "You do," she agrees coolly, inferring that her own life hasn't been an easy one; there's empathy laced through her tone.

"The Dothraki; my husband's people. Those who remained with me became my responsibility following his death."

Releasing a soft breath, she rolls her shoulders in an elegant shrug. "What is your name, lady? I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros."