[ The combination is so horrible, so horrendously unfair and irreverent, that Dany allows herself a giggle. The sound is strangely magnified in their confined space, and from the depths of the cave, Drogon hisses in reply. ]

No one should task you with naming their false children, [ she scolds. ] You offer them no dignity. What pride could they hope to find?

[ Her hair is quickly growing voluminous, and she stills his wrist with her fingers. ] Enough, [ she says, gentle but firm. He still seems anxious, uncertain. ] Tell me of the rest. What other troubles have you caused? Am I to believe names are the end of it?