She stumbled under her feet, grabbing hold of his arm so she didn't fall face first to the ground. The world tilted for her, making her feel as though she were still on the back of Drogon, dipping and sweeping over the sky. Her stomach lurched, the horse meat she had eaten before not settling well. She needed somewhere to rest, but no coin on her person.

"I wish I could say the same." She urged him to pause, taking a moment to gather her breath and let the dizziness pass. "This is nothing like Mereen or the Vaes Dothrak. What does it cost to stay at the inn?"