Daenerys followed behind as asked, keeping a couple of feet between them out of both a certain deference that had been ingrained in her and also from the sudden sense that if she was any closer she'd be tempted to reach again for the other woman's hand or do something else that might cause trouble.

But once the door was closed, she was all smiles, her heart fluttering in a much more pleasant way.

"Here we are," she repeated in a near whisper, stepping as close to Margaery as she'd wanted to in the corridor.