[ And what if it is my foes I wish to turn to ash, as well? He does not react to her admission with disfavor, even speaks of his own burning. ]

One day, I shall be burned and returned to a wider sky, if the gods are good. [ The Targaryens of old had all been burned, not buried. The touch across her shoulders leaves with it a trail of warmth, and her breath falters for the barest of heartbeats. She is unused to being touched like that, though she makes no move to push his hand away. ]

But it does not please me to hear you speak of ruining your own self. [ His hand now denied her, her own two fall back into her lap. One day, he shall be reborn again, but before then, she wants him to thrive and make his own way. ] There is no need to put an end to something so new.