[Prophecy. It was a tricky thing, wasn't it... Predicting the future in dreams and mists from the earth and tea leaves and stars. Nothing could be wholly certain, nothing sure... Until it happened to you, and you knew.]

The future is a scary prospect whether we know of what will come or not, I feel... Funny how it is easier for us to assign prophecy to the past rather than the future.

[Hindsight was a powerful thing, illuminating, and Sieglinde certainly couldn't judge this woman for admitting fear in the face of an unknown, of a fearful fate prophesied. She too had once intoned them for herself, that one day outsiders would come and take that which was most precious from her, that one day she would be free of the witch forest...

They'd both come true, and neither like she'd imagined. At the question, Sieglinde's gaze followed Daenerys' to her feet, unable to flex toes that were broken and folded under, the bridge smashed and shaped into an arch, but she could roll her ankles- did, the gentle ocean waves breaking on bandages and soaking in.]

My price was freedom, in more than one way. I was glad to pay it, then, but.

[She had been ignorant, and naive, and the future as the Green Witch had been all she ever thought open to her. She smiled, but it was a bitter, aching thing despite its width. No one asked questions like that without some degree of personal experience.]

I cannot change the past more than any person can, however. I hope yours may yet be returned to you.