It's not good enough. He must know it's not good enough; she shouldn't even have to say it. It's been too long already, and she's been alone with traitors and her grief for weeks now.

When she finally meets his gaze to acknowledge she's heard, her eyes reveal deep shadows beneath them. She's not sure when she last slept. She'll sleep once she's repaid Cersei Lannister for all that she's taken, from her and from the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Four days."

Her voice is flat and hollow. Four more days was nothing in the overall scheme of things, but it had already been too long. Cersei would've regrouped by now. Her only hope was that her own army was stronger, and that one dragon would be enough. And that there would be anyone left worthy of her trust -- or her mercy -- at the end of it all.

"What do you expect me to say?"