[ The touch is wanted, it's not that it isn't. So would be the idea of attending more of these meetings, as laborious as they might get. Only that he already dedicates a lot of his time to his studies, his training, it already feels as though little else has time for him. Even just these couple of days wrapped up in her attention chips away at the time left in his day. Though mayhaps he simply just hasn't been adjusted to it yet. Today feels an outlier, but it didn't come without sacrifices.

It's natural of him to soften to her touch, head tilted slightly as it pulls away almost as quickly as it lingered. His eye remaining on her as if trying to gauge how interested she really might be in such an idea.]

Three days if pressed. Four if flying comfortably. [ A pause to gauge her reaction ]

The Conciliator and the Good Queen made the journey once. Stopping in Bitterbridge and Highgarden. Would not be unreasonable to stop in Brightwater or Horn Hill if they had a day to spare, I imagine.

[ How would she handle that? Flying for hours on end. There was under no circumstance she would allow it. The queen and a prince left largely unguarded. Vhagar was a mighty beast capable of making any reasonable man to think twice, but it was risky. He still liked the idea, if only for the autonomy. ] As simple it would be, it would be unreasonable to transport a Queen who is not accustomed to such things.

[ Unless. ]