[She takes a drink then, making a slight face at the taste. It’s certainly foreign, but she swallows it down after a second before looking back at their hands. She’s amused at his words. That is certainly one way to put it.]

There must be a way to separate us. We cannot be chained together forever. It must be some part of their wedding night ritual.

[She has heard of some of the traditions in Westeros, of the wedding party taking the clothes off of the bride. Obviously it was different for her being married to a Khal, but they had their own night, and it was not one she would relive. Though she does not regard Dean at all to be the same way as the men of the Dothraki.]