[She's in enough shock that she accepts his arms around her, leaning a little more on him than the stone pillar she had been leaning on before. She swallows sharply, opening her mouth and then closing it to compose herself. This certainly isn't easy to hear, but everything he's saying must equally have been a lot for him as well.]

If your father was heir, he would have known. It is information that has only been passed to heirs. I-- I have something in my rooms if you wish to see it. [Which of course strikes against propriety. And yet, she does not think Viserys would care all that much about her inviting a man to her rooms if it was the heir, The Prince That Was Promised.]

I-- I do not blame you, Jon. It sounds as if you have been through much. My father is trying to supplant a war with my being heir. [She is not entirely sure if that is possible, but certainly she is not going to go and try killing her siblings. Things just already feel tense.]

Will you tell me what happened to this-- Daenerys, while we walk? [She'll head toward her rooms if he's amenable.]