Her arm is still bandaged, a sharp white compared to the black of her dress. They've already approached Heimdall with their proposal, the talks seeming to be met with an openness she hadn't anticipated. Gods were supposed to be prideful things (if they even existed), weren't they? Why would they accept a foreigner's proposition?

Nevertheless, his reception is what prompts Dany to approach Frigg. She recalls the woman with her own goddess, Sigyn, the day she woke in this realm. It hadn't taken much effort to learn what the woman's specialties were. One for battle, the other for support. If they had that, perhaps this council would hold even better standing within the realm.

"I used to send a prayer now and then to the Great Stallion," she says by way of greeting to the empty temple, "But he never answered me. I assumed it was because I was a woman, or because I wasn't Dothraki. Perhaps he thought a blessing of strength would be wasted on me."

The temple itself is beautiful, though she's few things to compare it to. Clearly what's been maintained is in reverence to the woman she seeks an audience with.

"You must forgive my manners, lady goddess, but my brother never saw it fit to teach me much of the gods... or the proper way to address one."