"English?" There have to be differences between Cosima and Dany's worlds, just as there are between her own and Thedas. "I spoke... the Common Tongue, mostly. Is that not - "

How can that be, speaking a language without realizing it? She blinks, glances down at her affected hand. More magic.

"I was khaleesi of a tribe of Dothraki," she says, knowing immediately that further explanation will be necessary. "My husband was their leader. The Dothraki are... wild, horse lords, men and women who roam, conquer, and never settle."

Not for long, anyway.