He seems to be coming back to himself. Less drawn in, good - good. He's no good to her while he's licking his wounds, and if he's being amused at her then it's safe. Easy. She can laugh at herself and her endless wars.

"I have... sympathy for them." She lets out a breath she'd been holding in the effort of trying to express it in a simple, plain way. Duty, loyalty, the blood that had been paid for both. "I lost my throne a long time before I ever came here."