( Dany plucks several morsels from the plate, and contents herself to eat slowly while they watch the dancing and feasting below. Her violet eyes are every watchful for Jon's arrival, but he must still be working late or on his way. No matter. Leaning back, she peers sidelong at Loki, listening to her explanation of the occasion and traditions which come hand in hand with it.

Strange, foreign — but then not so, at all. The sacrifice would likely put off others from her world far more than herself, though it all seems moot after she's feasted on the raw heart of a stallion. )

These dead you speak of — do they rise again, and take up arms against the living? ( She swallows another bite, the flickering amber of the firelight dancing in her eyes, and Loki's too. She doesn't smile, and says simply: ) In my country, they do. Jon and I intend to stop them.

But the rest is a little familiar to me, if not entirely. Thank you for explaining it all. I will take care to remember for next year, should you and I both still find ourselves here.

( To watch Thor, a small smile at last crosses her face. ) It's good to see him finding some joy here. He's been kind to me. Is it at all awkward?

( Thor being a "different" Thor, a concept which has her mind reeling. )