Young she had been once. But no longer. Too many things had happened for any ideas of childhood left in Dany to leave, save for that red door that stubbornly stayed in her dreams. When he speaks she smiles. She's short, with that girlish face, those wide violet eyes, yet her posture speaks of strength. She doesn't flinch at the face of the beautiful creature in front of her. She reveres it, respects it and considers it her equal instead. Still, there is awe in her face at staring at him, at being able to speak with a dragon..

"As it is mine to speak with you, Temeraire. I never thought I would speak to a dragon in this manner. .I am sure you know many things."

She can't help but chuckle a little at him lifting his claw. "Yes, I have noticed that you have four legs with which to walk, while mine rely on their wings and lower limbs. Do you mind if I look closer? " Dany respectfully steps closer, giving him space but there is no fear now. He's proved himself intelligent and his speech is far more pleasant than many things she's heard in the Narrow Sea with the sellswords she's recently spoken with along with the warriors sent from Mereen.

Drogon watches him with blood-red eyes, warily. He knows he is bigger, and he is not the same as his brothers, so he sniffs at him, while Dany remains unperturbed from his place on her shoulder.

His offer makes her brighten considerably, yet she reigns it in to look a little more subdued. She is a Queen, not a girl of four and ten any longer.

"I would be honored for you to share whatever lore or wisdom you have of your people, Temeraire. "