[It's a response Dany knows well. The more she had witnessed others growing close in that way, drawing their bodies nearer, even without touching, the more her stomach had begun to turn. She hadn't thought much of it before, having known how euphoric such things could be, but this wasn't Essos and she wasn't in Daario's arms.

Even the thought of his arms made her skin crawl. An intimate look, a brush of the flesh, she couldn't tolerate it. Wen Qing's response is almost a relief, someone that could at least keep the sight from her for now. It wasn't likely many others would understand.]

You would think they have their own homes and doors to shut behind them.

[There is distaste in her voice, open revulsion.]

I wonder if this is something we are expected to tolerate here?