When they sail, she imagines, as much as she can, that they are on a ship bound for Westeros. She imagines that she is finally returning home with the Dothraki army at her back, ready to claim her family's rightful throne. Dany opens her eyes, though, and the salty air is as unfamiliar here as it would be crossing the Narrow Sea. This is neither Westeros or Essos and she is a woman without a country.

Nevertheless, the trip is enjoyable enough. Ruby is close by, who she knows as well as she knows anyone in Thedas (which is to say, not very well at all). Still, her presence is a sort of comfort, and the silver queen takes to shadowing Ruby every so often, asking questions and then drawing away again to think on it all.

Why had she come on this mission? Dany can't fight, which isn't a secret, but she's also one of their 'rifters.' She takes a deep breath, trying to quell the anxiety that blooms in her chest. She remembers well the demons that she'd seen upon her first arrival and isn't looking forward to seeing them again.