( Her mouth thins, the looks of her unseeing eyes slanting. She considers, investigating the corners of her thinking. Then, finally, the result: )

I do not know them to be related. The woman, she's only... looking for the child. That is her work. He made her to look for him.

( But she reaches in, tugs at Daenerys' arm. Hints movements. ) We should return. Before he... he starts to wonder where I've gone. And why.