[ Sympathy is not something she's accustomed to receiving; it had grated when Jon tried imposing it upon her, so soon after she'd been freed from her capture. This is different, still not something she wishes for, though. ]

She was extraordinarily wise. I won't forget the last thing we shared with one another. She'd asked me if I was a sheep, or a dragon.

[ A quiet chuckle, as she shakes her head. Soon, she's stepping closer, lifting her arms in a careful way, so as not to disturb the little one she holds. ]

They're different from my children. [ Guessing this is what Sansa stumbles over. ] There's a number of men and women here who work to care for the dragons of these lands.