[ No one, indeed. And so she doesn't respond for the moment, puzzling at how he has breath to waste in the thick of battle. None of her captains, even the ones who love battle most, would dream of holding conversation as they slew their foes.
If he wishes to have an answer, he must ask when the fighting is done.
The tear of flesh is a sickening sound, one that would have sends the queen to flinching, despite the uglier sights she's seen. What horrifies her is not the sight or the sound, but the meaning--this man stands as though unmoved as he bleeds, as if he feels nothing when his belly threatens to empty itself. He is as stoic as her Unsullied in the face of pain, but Dany thinks even dying Unsullied must make some sound.
But then there comes a soft hiss, and then the mend. Stunned, Dany watches as the wound fills itself in, regrowing. But how can that be? Does this man live, or is he only undying, as the Undying Ones had been? Unbidden, she shivers at the memory, feeling as though her flesh is crawling.
But the pause costs her, and soon a small horde of creatures are making to scuttle past her, pincers held aloft. Aghast, Dany kicks at the belly of the nearest one, and sends it to tumbling into its fellow. Drogon swoops almost gleefully past her in a haze of dark flame, a wall of heat shimmering in the air in its wake, and great crackling sounds breach her ears as the crabs are baked in their armor. ]
sorry so slow! had to meet a deadline today
If he wishes to have an answer, he must ask when the fighting is done.
The tear of flesh is a sickening sound, one that would have sends the queen to flinching, despite the uglier sights she's seen. What horrifies her is not the sight or the sound, but the meaning--this man stands as though unmoved as he bleeds, as if he feels nothing when his belly threatens to empty itself. He is as stoic as her Unsullied in the face of pain, but Dany thinks even dying Unsullied must make some sound.
But then there comes a soft hiss, and then the mend. Stunned, Dany watches as the wound fills itself in, regrowing. But how can that be? Does this man live, or is he only undying, as the Undying Ones had been? Unbidden, she shivers at the memory, feeling as though her flesh is crawling.
But the pause costs her, and soon a small horde of creatures are making to scuttle past her, pincers held aloft. Aghast, Dany kicks at the belly of the nearest one, and sends it to tumbling into its fellow. Drogon swoops almost gleefully past her in a haze of dark flame, a wall of heat shimmering in the air in its wake, and great crackling sounds breach her ears as the crabs are baked in their armor. ]