"And he needed that power not just to live, but also to try to keep me safe."

It's not a question. He'd like to say that he can keep himself safe, but Sansa's words come back to him when it comes to Gallipoli: can anyone really protect anyone? Anyone in the world, when it's so easy to kill someone as far as a mile away? You can't be sure that an arrow will find its target at that distance, but the things they were throwing were more like wildfire.

"What sort of magic did he find in you? The dragons?" He asks out of genuine curiosity. But his embrace isn't tight around her again yet; his hands don't move over her again yet.