[ Daenerys is not one for unnecessary touches. This speaks of a familiarity shared between those she is closest with; nevertheless, she recognizes the look of prey, however temporary or untrue the descriptor may be. Fear and surprise can take any unaware, particularly those unaccustomed to the harsher aspects of war.
She's witnessed the slaughtering of villagers under the khalasar's hand. She's caused the shrieks of pain and agony as fire cleansed her enemy's lines. Even now, the echoes of Lannister men offers her a comfort likely not provided to her fallen allies. ]
Come, [ she murmurs softly, her hand gently curling around the boy's elbow. Already healers are ducking around him, casting the two dark looks. Provided he stirs into motion, she'll guide them off to the side, where the frenzied footfalls of healers at work do not reach. ] Are you well?
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She's witnessed the slaughtering of villagers under the khalasar's hand. She's caused the shrieks of pain and agony as fire cleansed her enemy's lines. Even now, the echoes of Lannister men offers her a comfort likely not provided to her fallen allies. ]
Come, [ she murmurs softly, her hand gently curling around the boy's elbow. Already healers are ducking around him, casting the two dark looks. Provided he stirs into motion, she'll guide them off to the side, where the frenzied footfalls of healers at work do not reach. ] Are you well?