She trusts him to know what's right when she loses sight of it. It's why she'd fallen in love with him; he'd never flattered her for personal gain, nor told her what she wanted to hear. He'd never once feared her retribution, not even when she was a stranger with three dragons. But it's difficult to accept his counsel when she's so close and it feels all on the verge of slipping away.

"It's not."

It can't be all for nothing. Missandei can't have died for nothing. She can't have sacrificed two of her children to this war only to lose. She's grateful to him for trying, but she doesn't dare take comfort in anything until it's done.

She looks back at him, her expression softening a touch, as though she knows his thoughts.

"Will I lose you, too?"

She doesn't mean to Cersei.