( For a time, she contents herself with paying attention to the fledgling in her lap. But when he crouches, she gazes downward, meeting his gaze directly once more. )

Yes. Three of them. They were taken from me and caged.

( She might stroke the little one as tenderly as one might their pet, but the displeasure on her face upon mentioning the imprisonment of her dragons suggests she might believe they belong in the wild. A lesson she'd had to learn the hard way, and she's thankful to Tyrion for removing the chains from Rhaegal and Viserion when he did.

As he takes in the content of her name tag, she shakes her head. )

Westeros. My ancestors hailed from the ancient freehold of Valyria. What manner of place was this Tevinter you speak of?