"He is." But he's not happy. Are any of them? She can't say so, but he, in particular, struggles. "He earned his position with his people for a reason in our world."

Not that she's seen him fight in Westeros.

Humming now, she considers his words. A day, not too huge a difference. "No, you should rest and return when you're at full strength. You're lucky you didn't die."

We're told the people here value strength. We practice, we aim to please, like puppets. Did they do the same prior to coming here last? She shakes her head, sighing. There's been too much thinking, is the problem. She's never been fond of inaction, and yet most of what occurs requires biding their time. Have we won much favor, or do the Day-Ones merely view us as entertaining playthings?