Cersei's question seemed... respectful, he supposed, in its own way. An adult she might have been now, but she was still curious about all the histories she did not know. Moladion was rich with it, and Daenarys' family was surely a name ingrained in the collective consciousness of many of the land's residents. Rather than redirect such a question, he allowed a small smile to spread over his face, glancing to his daughter in a reassuring matter. She had done well, but now it was time to listen to the former Princess - though, did one ever truly lose that claim? It did not take him long to get an answer, for the words she spoke were rather... surprising. They brought a flicker to his ears as a brow rose slightly, astonished by charisma and yet, hardly shocked by what exactly she spoke of.

"Your father and mother would be proud to hear such words from you."

He interjected but for a moment, having received his answer: it did not seem like she had ever lost her claim as an heir. Perhaps in namesake she did, but certainly not in spirit. He dipped his muzzle once in apology, allowing her to continue as the silence was once more interrupted. So, she intended to challenge Purge? He had little to say on such a matter, for he had heard so little of Alcide's usurper. When Spirane had approached him, it had been beneath yet another ruler. It was, seemingly, Glorall's past reenacted in the highlands. It was a peculiar incident, and yet he saw the truth of it: Spirane needed the right leader, just as Glorall had. Perhaps Daenarys was such a leader; after all, she stood proudly before him now seeking wisdom. That alone was something so few did.

He mused for some time, though his lips remained pulled back into an almost proud grin. In those moments, he could see the same fire in her eyes as he had seen in Alcide's own, defending a home he so loved. Finally, he broke, a quiet chuckle building in his throat as he moved to speak.

"You remind me of so many, young Queen. Even I, once before, wore a face such as your own. If you have come to Glorall with worry, you may throw them aside now. Glorall will always be a friend of your family. We will provide food, shelter and training if you so desire it; it is the promise I made your father, after all."

He stepped aside, Cersei fast doing so too, as if to open the gates of the pack to her. It was hers now to do as she pleased until the time came, in which case he was prepared to deal with whatever may come of her opposition. Would the new queen of Spirane send down a reign of fire in response of his support? Or would Daenarys pull her down from the throne? He had placed his bet, and it would be time soon enough to see it pay off. He paused in thought, glancing to Cersei and seeing that same familiar flame ignite in her own eyes - that hope. Slowly, he turned back to Daenarys with an inquisitive look.

"Perhaps the two of you - two heirs - could learn from one another. There is much I can teach, but there is more for you to learn among yourselves."