[Daenerys does not advert her eyes, nor does she stare or steal any curious glances. Instead, she keeps talking, as if Rey were not stripping bare in front of her.]

I suppose that is the cost of all the rest. It is not such a terrible thing.

[That is something of a lie. She is a different person now, less effected by loneliness (or so she believes), but it had taken many years for her to let go of Drogo. Truthfully, she never really had let go — she had just learned to cope.]

I do not want for pleasant company. The company simply comes and goes.