She isn't going to start lying to him now. Nothing would bring back Missandei, or Rhaegal, or Jorah, or any of those who had died believing in her along the way. So no, it wasn't good enough, but nothing would be. She holds his gaze a moment longer before giving the smallest nod of assent. She can concede, if not agree.

"The soldiers trust your judgment."

Truthfully, she hasn't been hungry in days now. In her grief, her body had stopped reminding her that she ought to do such basic necessities as eat and sleep on a schedule. But at least she likely didn't need to test her food for poison after making an example of her betrayer. Not that doing so had left her with much in the way of appetite, either.

"I can send for some food."

There's no enthusiasm in it, but she's aware that she has to eat in order to be ready to lead. She knows what she looks like. Her braids had been hastily plaited; Missandei had always been the best at making certain they were neatly secured, but in her absence Dany had gotten the job done with shaking hands. She no longer had the luxury of mourning. She'd have to pull herself together before those four days were up.