Once he had found his footing on the reef, he did not sit down immediately. Instead, he turned and held out a hand to Daenerys. The rock beneath his feet had been polished by the tides, and shallow pools of seawater lingered in its hollows, glinting in the afternoon sunlight.
With Viserys's help, Daenerys stepped onto the reef as well, moving lightly and carefully. She steadied herself half a step away from him, her fingers tightening briefly around his hand, reluctant to let go.
Only when she noticed that her clothes were somewhat disheveled did Daenerys straighten them and tuck a windblown lock of hair behind her ear. Then she sat down beside Viserys.
The rock still held a little warmth from the sun, so it did not feel cold beneath them. Viserys uncapped the waterskin and handed it to Daenerys, then glanced out at the sea before saying, "I sent your Acmot and the others to wipe out the Ironborn hiding nearby. If I know where someone is hiding, they won't miss them."
Viserys did not speak loudly, but every word sounded perfectly clear to Daenerys. Once he finished, he drew his gaze back from the distant sea and rested it on her face.
Viserys and Daenerys sat on the reef by the shore for well over an hour. During that time, the sky gradually darkened, while the distant Fog Zone remained a gray blur that merged with the sea.
The sea breeze blew in from the Fog Zone, carrying salt and moisture that dampened their faces. But as it reached the island, the woods and rocky slopes blunted its force, slowly dispersing it into a faint current that circled along the shore.
Daenerys leaned against Viserys's shoulder, clutching a piece of unfinished trail bread. She had squeezed it