Sipping from her goblet, she makes her way to her bedside so she could remove and set down the satchel she's been carrying on her person. It's an unremarkable thing, really, made of worn leather and not large enough to carry a whole lot, but it's important enough for her to keep close. She then settles herself on the edge of the bed, leaning into the bedpost as she listens to his answer.

"Names hold power," she says, thinking back to how her guardian had fashioned a new name for himself to strengthen his position as Emperor, and how her mother and her half-brother had all manner of names that befit their roles as Pharaoh. "Your name as king is a sword, a conqueror's name able to strike fear and fealty in the Realm..." She's clearly been paying attention and studying Westeros' history. "... and your private name is a shield." She's found out quickly enough that Jon was a remarkably common name, which could be an advantage in certain circumstances.

She takes another drink of her wine. It's good wine, and she's not had anything as good in a while. Again, she counts herself lucky to be here. "While you are here, you don't have to be a king." She'd already noticed the weight the crown left on his shoulders, in the same way she'd seen it on Caesarion many years ago. But of course, it is not her place to dictate such matters, so she adds, "If you are so inclined."