It is our own beliefs we must rely on, true, and the gods have chosen to build their army out of old enemies. If they did not hope to unite us, then they play games with us. [ The enemy of my enemy is my friend, sure, only this goes too far for Dany's liking. The woman calls her capable, but the doubts continue to eat at her no matter what she does. ] Though I am glad to hear that I have one less enemy. [ These are weary words, bordering on self-effacing. This may as well be the Meereenese court. ]