Yes. [ It's quick, it's tactful, but she takes a moment and realizes – not everyone is so fond of dragons. ] He is mine.

[ She so proudly claims him to be her child, but there was precious time for that later. For now, as Geralt leads into a specific direction, west was their destination. It was clear that she seems focused as if set in a tunnel she will not see the end of until she finds Drogon once more. He is getting too large to carry on her shoulders or scooped into her arms, and part of her is fearful of it.

Daenerys glances to him as they make their way through the brush quickly. ]

Thank you. I've been in these woods for hours and only just got a glimpse of him before losing sight. ...Did he seem...

[ Alright? Safe? ]