She pauses to gather a few flowers, uncertain why the urge drove her, but wishing to collect that beauty and return to Gazin with it. She placed one of the flowers behind her ear, letting its perfume surround and fill her hair.

Raid. So he lived as the Ironborn did or the pirates of the Salt Steps. She's not surprised. He had that air about him. There were elements of Daario and his mercenaries, but his preference for the sea, that his eyes resembled the waters so clearly, how could he be anything else.

She smiled as he pushed the branch from her path. Her steps fall into place with his, side by side, close enough to touch. "What sort of lands did you raid and explore? I imagine the people were far different from your own."