[ Dany's eyes fall to his trembling hands and she feels a twinge of pain in her heart. She, too, had shaken when the boy had been brought to her. He had lost so much blood. He was crying for his mother. She will never forget the sound of his screams. He is calmer now, although no doubt still in pain, and she suspects simply having someone beside him to speak softly and brush his hair out of his eyes was enough to placate him. She had to be a calming force for him, despite having no calming force for herself. She had willed her hands into stillness through nothing other than sheer determination, and even now, they threaten to tremble just as his do.
Daenerys sets the man's arm down, tying the bandage. She is no medic, but it will have to do. She follows Bellamy's gaze back to the cot where her own patient lies, half-unconscious, and thinks to herself, yes. Yes, she is frustrated. Frustrated that injustices like this are allowed to occur in the world. Frustrated that he may die before he was ever given the chance to live. She does not say so, however. Instead: ]
He is called Rojan. He was set upon by three men at once. [ He'd never stood a chance. It's a miracle he's even breathing at all; he could easily have died right there on the battlefield. She turns her head back to look at Bellamy's patient, this wounded soldier. Distantly, she wonders about his family, thinks about how worried they must be. She knows what it is like to know your family is dead. ]
When he first came, he couldn't stop wailing, [ she continues. ] I wondered what manner of beast would harm a child, for surely no man could do such a thing and sleep soundly. [ Of course, she knows this is untrue. There are many terrible men in the world. But a true man, a good man— that man would never harm an innocent youth. She clenches her jaw, anger coiling up in her stomach. ] We will take Hattin, and then we will take Jerusalem. And the men who did this will die in the dirt like dogs.
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Daenerys sets the man's arm down, tying the bandage. She is no medic, but it will have to do. She follows Bellamy's gaze back to the cot where her own patient lies, half-unconscious, and thinks to herself, yes. Yes, she is frustrated. Frustrated that injustices like this are allowed to occur in the world. Frustrated that he may die before he was ever given the chance to live. She does not say so, however. Instead: ]
He is called Rojan. He was set upon by three men at once. [ He'd never stood a chance. It's a miracle he's even breathing at all; he could easily have died right there on the battlefield. She turns her head back to look at Bellamy's patient, this wounded soldier. Distantly, she wonders about his family, thinks about how worried they must be. She knows what it is like to know your family is dead. ]
When he first came, he couldn't stop wailing, [ she continues. ] I wondered what manner of beast would harm a child, for surely no man could do such a thing and sleep soundly. [ Of course, she knows this is untrue. There are many terrible men in the world. But a true man, a good man— that man would never harm an innocent youth. She clenches her jaw, anger coiling up in her stomach. ] We will take Hattin, and then we will take Jerusalem. And the men who did this will die in the dirt like dogs.