"Elizabeth will do." This is offered cheerfully, and truth be told it's possibly the most personable greeting she's offered to anyone she's met so far on the islands. Not that she hasn't been personable to other people, but Daenerys seems made of a certain mettle that perhaps reminds Lizzie of Jane.

"Quite, Miss Targaryen." Elizabeth is in complete agreement. "I haven't been able to fathom as to the purpose of why we're here and the natives had been dreadfully unforthcoming. I'm not altogether certain if their lack of information is due to true ignorance, loyalty to whatever brought us here, or or fear of whatever brought us here."

At the gesture toward her armaments, Elizabeth flushes. "Yes. Well. Where I come from, every able bodied person learns to defend themselves, you see. Though it has occurred to me in meeting others that we are not all...from the same place?" She's not sure how else to put it. "I see that you lack for such accourtements, Miss Targaryen. As such, it would be remiss of me not to offer my assistance until such time as you've your own means of certain protection. Ladies must stand shoulder to shoulder in light of such matters as mutual protection, mustn't they?"