She does miss her people--that gaping hole would never be filled, not with any of those she meets, now. It's the same emptiness of not having blood relatives, of knowing she's alone in that way, despite forging bonds of a stronger means during a time long lost to this world. Lauralae may not be Missandei or any of the others, but she's a loyalty to the woman not so easily earned, no thanks to the pit.

Irriella huff-quacks, arching against Lauralae's fingers. No words need to pass between them for her to know the red panda's pleased with the attentions. The same pleasure is returned when Dany's fingers brush against the other's. And it's then she's allowed her first glimpse of Urmyria.

She's different from Balerion in a great many ways.

"Does he have a name?"

Her focus shifts from Ghost to Jon--who she brushes against as she ducks past him--and finally, to the horse, who she is slow to approach.