She's not one for science, having spent little time as a girl learning it. No, magic is what Viserys taught her, and it's magic she uses, now. Jon told her of this trip, and he's the reason she's here. Well that, and her curiosity over examining a dragon up close, corpse or not.

Irriella, her animas, is outside rolling around in the snow; every now and then, the red panda announces her presence with a hic-cough. And Dany is examining one of the ribs etched with runes, a small flame burning brightly in her palm as she smoothes her gloved fingers against dirt and grit. Age did this. "It's such a shame," she murmurs, "To have anyone mar his bones in this way."

She's not formally met Strange, but Jon's told her about him. So when he speaks, she looks over toward him.

"What if it's not for him? Look--"

She kneels down, pressing her palm (and the flame) to the soil. Instantly, it jumps around her fingers, the fire roaring to life.