He didn't have to tell her the details for her to know how much he must have suffered.

In a gesture mirroring his own from before, she lifted his hand to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

"I'm sorry."

For his pain. For the loneliness and isolation he must have felt both among the Dothraki and among the family he barely knew anymore.

"I have no siblings that I know of, but I also have not been in contact with my family since the testers found me and I was brought here. I was given to the Queen fairly quickly after that."

A gift. A pretty thing to be cherished and pampered until she grew old enough to draw the King's eyes.