It would be good to have you in more of them; I think, ( her words hold truth, not just spoken to stroke his ego or placate his desires. Whenever Aegon attends these meetings, he looks like a caged animal, ready to escape where Aemond looks like he belongs. )

Would you enjoy attention more? I could suggest it to your grandsire and the other council members if it pleases you.

( A brow raises when he mentions flying her to Oldtown. The idea sends a shiver of anxiety through her. She might not feel this way if she had taken any interest in flying and accompanying Rhaenyra or her children when around their dragons. Still, the idea frightens her, but he does have a point — it would be easier and faster. )

How long would such a journey take on dragon back?

( There is some curiosity in her voice as she meets his gaze, her features having shifted softer, away from the cold and stony exterior she presented to the council.

She shifts to stand, moving around the corner of the table to stand beside him, leaning ( almost sitting ) on the table's edge as she reaches out, letting her fingers softly graze over his cheek and down the sharp angle of his jaw. For a moment, her touch lingers before letting her hand rest on her lap. It is impossible not to touch or reach out to him; it is all she wanted to do for the whole meeting, and she couldn't wait for the others to leave so she could be alone with him.

And because of her thoughts and desires and inability to not want him, she almost fears she comes across as too desperate and lonely and clingy. )