I've given up trying to understand the magic beyond our grasp here. [ She was a monster, wasn't she? The scales peppered barely past the open expanse of her dress and the claws sprouted from her nailbeds — Dany had a bitterness held to magic. This place amplified it. ] As comforting it is for familiar faces, I feel selfish for it. This place... there are things wrong with it and I'd wish for them to return home.

[ She tenses up a bit — ]

...Have you information on witches and monsters?