I have smelled far worse, [ she assures him, watching as he pulls apart the fish. How not? She has visited Astapor, after the city had fallen in her wake. She had smelled the sick and the dying. There is no stench more appalling, after that.
The innards glisten in the dim lighting from inside the house, but the rest, she feels out with her fingers. To her credit, she does not flinch; she had shed that weakness the night she'd eaten the horse heart in Vaes Dothrak. Her movements are delicate, precise. If she were hungrier, they would be more sweeping and impatient.
His tale is brief, but no less strange for the content. When she is finished scraping away, she looks up again, curious. Every world is too full of orphans, it seems--but very few of them, she assumes, could claim to have been raised by wolves. ]
I am sorry for your losses. [ She pauses, but only for an instant. ] Both of them. [ It's a simple sentiment, one she could have and has stated with little effort. But though she scarce knows him, she knows what it is to be lost and alone. ] I had thought my world unkind, but I have heard little to convince me that any world could be otherwise.
[ Wolves are pack animals, she remembers that much. But how could they have raised a little boy? How is it that he speaks so well? A hundred questions rise in her mind, but she spares him by asking only one: ] What did they teach you, your wolves?
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The innards glisten in the dim lighting from inside the house, but the rest, she feels out with her fingers. To her credit, she does not flinch; she had shed that weakness the night she'd eaten the horse heart in Vaes Dothrak. Her movements are delicate, precise. If she were hungrier, they would be more sweeping and impatient.
His tale is brief, but no less strange for the content. When she is finished scraping away, she looks up again, curious. Every world is too full of orphans, it seems--but very few of them, she assumes, could claim to have been raised by wolves. ]
I am sorry for your losses. [ She pauses, but only for an instant. ] Both of them. [ It's a simple sentiment, one she could have and has stated with little effort. But though she scarce knows him, she knows what it is to be lost and alone. ] I had thought my world unkind, but I have heard little to convince me that any world could be otherwise.
[ Wolves are pack animals, she remembers that much. But how could they have raised a little boy? How is it that he speaks so well? A hundred questions rise in her mind, but she spares him by asking only one: ] What did they teach you, your wolves?