[ To look at Drogon, with violet bandages wrapped about his neck, it is simple to tell what has happened. Dany stands nearby, large tatters torn from the cape in her uniform, hands clasped before herself. Her fingers are frozen in time, but from the way they are knotted together, similarly bandaged, it is evident that they had been needling at one another prior to his arrival.
Her back and shoulders are straight, her chin held high, as they always are. As they always must be. Your Grace, he calls her, and she is reminded of why. ]
He wearied of our flight all at once, [ she tells him, her tone tight, as though it is uncertain whether she will give commands or demand that they be left alone. But if his Force senses what a dragon feels, so too will he feel what she hides. Drogon's inferno eyes focus on Anakin, but he makes no move to lift his head, propped up on a claw-tipped wing. ] I dare not mount him again.
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Her back and shoulders are straight, her chin held high, as they always are. As they always must be. Your Grace, he calls her, and she is reminded of why. ]
He wearied of our flight all at once, [ she tells him, her tone tight, as though it is uncertain whether she will give commands or demand that they be left alone. But if his Force senses what a dragon feels, so too will he feel what she hides. Drogon's inferno eyes focus on Anakin, but he makes no move to lift his head, propped up on a claw-tipped wing. ] I dare not mount him again.