[ The gesture itself is both teasing and queerly intimate, but it is the flickering afterburn that sets the queen alight. A soft but audible gasp flees her at the touch, and then she is awash in warmth, feeling both womanly and silly. That is no woman's kiss.

The barest of color startled into her face, Dany flutters between impulse and pragmatism. The latter wins, if only because she is keenly aware of their situation, and because Loki has begun to speak again (she is always speaking, it seems, unless there is drink). Her hands find and lightly squeeze the goddess' in casual affection, and then there is distance between them again. ]

Then I must go and help to silence it, [ she decides, pledging. She has no trust for their timeline power, but she will trust a god's instinct for the end of a world. ] I shall take no part in the slaying of any gods, but I will protect where I may. Avenge, if need be. [ She seems curiously enthralled, despite their impending danger. Loki is whole again with the return of her magic, but Dany was never whole until she'd flown, with hot scales beneath her and vast openness above.

She turns from Loki, flexing her empty fingers, and it is then that she notices the glimmer of gold at her feet. She smiles, seemingly unconcerned for the ending that may await them. ] If Drogon can bear my weight, the sky is mine to rule.