Truly she is a magnificent Queen with her slight smile even when Viora was rude. Fjallraven was appalled at the way Viora seemed to shut down and her own wide eyes softened in pleading, silent and clear. Why was the girl always so mad? Fjall never understood Viora but then again she had never been offered the chance to try. Viora normally ignored her and shunned her presence when around Magnus and Fjall, being the timid thing that she was, would accept it as normal and meander off so that they might have time together. Sometimes, late at night in their shared den, she would stare at the sleeping figure of Magnus and try to puzzle it all out. She was certain that he loved Viora. Fjallraven loved Magnus - at least she thinks that it is love she feels for him, but she had never told him. He would scoff at her no doubt and tell her to stop being stupid. Yet her stomach squeezed around him and her breath eased. Her body knew his presence like a balm despite the brash attitude that came with it.

It is a figure that appears near Daenery's that suddenly sees Fjall become animated. Her eyes light up and her ears perk up, tial wagging with such a furious energy that it is almost impossible to see anything but a blur. "Jericho!" She squeals his name in sudden exultation for Jericho is her savior, one of a few, and he had tried so hard to teach her. To help her. She had been afraid he was gone for good but he had been here all along. She practically bounces forward to meet him, bumping her head a bit too roughly into his but shaking it off with a grin of elation. Yes! If he was here then this place would be amazing an when Viora needed space then she could spend time with Jericho.

"Yes it was nice," she says, brushing off any memories of the trip with a quick glance at Viora who watched them with that detached interest that quickly shut down her conversation about spending time with her. "I did not know you were here," she sighs happily, doting upon him in her innocent way even if Daenerys might think it something more. When Jericho begins to pull back, however, Fjallraven follows him, quickly abandoning her leader Viora for a more favored one. It wasn't like Viora wanted her around anyways and Fjall knew that, glancing beneath hooded lids to the pale girl then quick moving so that she stood at the hip of Jericho who now stood beside Daenerys. Her posture lowered in a half crouch now, settled firmly at his hip but fearing reprimand for doing so by the Queen or by Viora.

When Jericho introduces her Fjallraven peeks over the back of Jericho, just large eyes looking with soulful clarity and a hopeful wag of her tail. "Yes Magnus will be as well," she adds helpfully, as if they should all know who Magnus is and Viora, of course, has just said that but she feels the need to possess his name on her mouth. She turns her gaze towards Viora with a tentative smile as if they share a secret. "I think it is quiet," Fjall says, emboldened to talk now that Jericho is here and her brows frowning critically.