A fortnight without him, without accepting any real comfort from anyone, has been enough that his presence is a comfort even knowing of his betrayal. She's not even sure she can call it that; he'd never promised not to tell his sisters, after all. That didn't mean she'd forgiven him. It just meant that she was delaying that discussion for a time when she felt she could trust herself to retain her composure.

All the same, things feel strained enough that she can't respond to what he's said, not directly. Instead, after a long moment, she returns to their earlier topic; Missandei deserved to be remembered aloud.

"I think she was my only real friend. The only one who chose to stay with me without wanting anything more for herself than what I already gave."

She'd always meant to let Missandei return to Naath once she'd brought peace to the Seven Kingdoms. She would've missed her, but she couldn't deny her friend the chance to return home. She wishes she could kill Cersei twice for robbing her of that chance.