I'm not sure I would call it wonder. [ Dany says with a wry expression. A slight scrunch of her nose indicates her distaste, but there's a softness in her eyes as she looks upon the plants unraveled to her vision. ] Going from city to city, it is the same, is it not? Many have different cultures, beliefs — we have nothing but to learn of one another.

[ But, he mentions dragons and there's a saddened expression upon her face. She looks away as her chest grows tight. She remembers every ridge, every bump of her children's features — and it makes her pained. ]

They are magnificent. Miracles. Most lost to time, lost to history. However... the three brought back to the world are my children. Birthed from fire, raised by my hand.