Number keeping. Distributing. Such simple things, and she understood to some degree, perhaps he didn't like the idea of her getting so involved. It may have been his means of compromise. He understood well enough that Daenerys would sink herself full in alongside those that followed her to empathise better and to lead them with her heart, rather than with purely political mind of royalty that couldn't well understand the plights of their followers.

Her head tipped thoughtfully, wondering if she ought to contest that she was capable of more strenuous labour as well, but decided that if such an opportunity came up, she was going to pursue it with or without discussion. It helped that he broke into her thoughts with talk of public declarations. She didn't require a lengthy explanation over what he was implying. Her response was not immediate, instead prying her gaze from his handsomely sculpted face and past him in their solitude.

"Is that safe?" she asked him quietly, realising that there would, undoubtedly, be repercussions for such a spectacle. Not necessarily for her, but again, another situation where if there was to be a line of fire, Jon was very willing to put himself between her and whatever that might have been. She could admire his adamant devotion to her, but at the same time, she'd had plenty of blood on her hands, and Daenerys took very little pleasure in the idea of sacrifices.

There were already so many people she had been unable to save. What if she failed to save him as well? It was a weighted and real concern.