[She lets that question hang in the air, watching the approach of the waterfall in contemplation. The only way he might see her hesitation or consideration was the small bite to her lower lip. It was his consistent assertion, that insistence that he wanted her without ulterior motives. She's heard it often enough she could quote it back to him. He hadn't grown bored yet to the hunt, preferring to continually press her, whether hard of subtly. She was listening now more than before, but she still didn't accept it fully.

Ser Criston was quick to her side, helping her from her horse. His hands lingered a moment to long on her waist, the pair of them closer than exactly appropriate, but she moved away before it lingered too long. She reaches for Aegon, the child that wouldn't squall if she held him. She brushed his hair from his face, glancing over towards the nurse with Helaena. Two of the servants were quick to bring caps for the children, protecting them from the sun.

She frowned, feeling Ser Criston tense behind her.] I know that dragons are unpredictable creatures better suited for war than as guards. I would hope that the king would be served by such a creature, protecting his life and safety. As I am not a Targaryen, I cannot have a claim to a dragon.

[She looked back at Ser Criston with a measure of fondness.] A lady is meant to be protected by a knight, not a dragon.