Have patience, Khaleesi. We will go home, I promise you.

[Speaks Dothraki] *okki zhille hrazef.* I heard what you did.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Anha asshilak jin azh shafkea haji rekoon et shafka.* I make this gift to you for what you did.

You will drink.

You honour me, ser.

If you ride to darkest Asshai, his assassins will follow you.

Have I said something funny, ser?

My brother was a fool, I know,

I hope to repay your kindness someday.

- Is something wrong? - I have a thirst.

My lady, you are from Westeros.

Can you smell the fruit, ser?

He will never leave you alone.

I believe what my eyes and ears report.

Go as far away as you can,

Can't you help me make him understand?

He will not have you either, Khaleesi.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Hash azisi?* Are you hurt?

I'm afraid I am not worthy of the vintage.

Enjoy the market. I'll rejoin you soon enough.