[ Does it, though? Dany puzzles at that for a moment. She is someone of grand dreams and sweeping, world-changing schemes. Trivialities are sweet, but they cannot give her what she wants.
Would I find joy in little things? She cannot remember the last time she stopped to admire beauty, or the spicy scent of oil. She cannot remember the last time she felt at peace enough to pause at all. ]
Yes ... you may be right.
[ The words are delivered slowly, ponderously, as though the idea cannot quite find its place in her mind. Still, she is not disbelieving.
Silence falls in the cave, difficult to notice amidst the howling that continues without. She looks up at him, squeezing the shoulder she's rested against with her hand. ]
You have a place of your own in these realms now. [ Perhaps more than he knows. Her tone is warm, her face almost gentle in their makeshift peace. ] Do not forget that.
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Would I find joy in little things? She cannot remember the last time she stopped to admire beauty, or the spicy scent of oil. She cannot remember the last time she felt at peace enough to pause at all. ]
Yes ... you may be right.
[ The words are delivered slowly, ponderously, as though the idea cannot quite find its place in her mind. Still, she is not disbelieving.
Silence falls in the cave, difficult to notice amidst the howling that continues without. She looks up at him, squeezing the shoulder she's rested against with her hand. ]
You have a place of your own in these realms now. [ Perhaps more than he knows. Her tone is warm, her face almost gentle in their makeshift peace. ] Do not forget that.