[ Syrax relaxes, easing her long horned head back down to the earth with a heavy sigh; in tandem, Rhaenyra wraps her arm around Daemon's, leaning the side of her head against his shoulder, letting out her own matching exhale. No one will leave her alone here, perhaps, but it still seems preferable over the loneliness that awaits her back in the Red Keep.

The horizon in the distance is starting to show peaks of melting into a lighter shade of blue, but the bright shine of the full moon still hangs in the sky, the same moon she'd watch through the windows of her chambers in King's Landing. ]

Even more valuable than you know.

[ Cryptic.

Before he spirals too much to wondering what that could mean, she lets it loose. ]

This is the second time the moon has reached its peak since I arrived here. I've yet to have my moon blood since... since before I left home.

[ Finally she turns her eyes upwards to him, still holding onto his arm. She doesn't feel the need to also mention the weeks of added fatigue and nausea, symptoms that she took as just recovering from her journey or adjusting to the climate or reactions from new foods and spices, too stubborn to admit the truth of it to herself until this moment. ]