[It is easy to get caught up in the fervor, the thrill of adventure, weddings, revenge, and conquest. Sieglinde, who had always read and dreamed of the Outside World she could only wish to see until ALASTAIR, might be particularly susceptible to such things. She scarce takes her eyes from Daenerys as she speaks, the grapes in her hand forgotten.

Some of the words she uses a girl not of the same world cannot understand, but Sieglinde is clever and educated, she infers and the picture assembles itself despite- a quest that held the lives of countless thousands in its grip.

The queen's last words ring and die in the air, and it takes a moment for the small Witch to find her own in response, searching the older woman's face and seeing clearly her determination, the fire worthy of a dragon. (No wonder that bold man had been so fascinated.)]

I may know little of your world, but there is something touched about you. Any Witch could see that- someone strong enough to bring their desires to life.

[Her voice sounds slightly removed, above, the same voice she had used with her villagers, when she prophesied and read the stars. From when she'd believed she could.]

I cannot fathom the lives that may be lost upon the way... but that is the way of war and the world, no matter how we mortals dislike it. I, who have doomed perhaps thousands... even still I cannot imagine the weight you must bear.

[How heavy it must be.]

You must build a kingdom worthy of that loss.