Though his vision is swimming with confusion and anger, he isn't blind enough to miss the fact that El Aran seems just as stunned by Dany's reappearance as he is. And it isn't long before they notice him. He catches all three of the mares craning their heads to look at him; he can hear their feverish conversation, though he can't quite make out individual words.

And then he and Dany's eyes meet, and something in him softens: evidently not enough, however, for just moments later she is turning away in grief to leave, as if terrified of him. He doesn't move; he only watches, heart pounding, fur dampened with sweat, as both Scylla and El Aran stumble after the retreating black-and-white figure to stop her. Then he hears El Aran's voice cut clearly through the air:

What is going on? Who is this?

And then suddenly he can stand still no longer.

As he begins to stroll after them, walking briskly to catch up, his own voice, strong and baritone, rings out in response. "Scylla, Dany's daughter. Her first daughter," he adds as an afterthought, his expression firm and grim. When he reaches them, he avoids Daenerys' gaze, instead standing close to El Aran and craning his head to gauge his partner's reaction.