"Full of life, then. It's fitting." She lifts her brows. "Your blood is the same."

Both were far better than the desert's unforgiving heat and lack of shelter. She rarely walked the forests, despite her travels... but those times she did were special. Unique in a way a city-dweller would find the wilds to be. Or a dragon princess encountering snow for the first time.

Perhaps this one is a Targaryen without ever knowing it. Her smile is faint, but no less warm.

"Come walk with me." Love may be exactly what the hatchling needs. If the great three dragons were raised properly--however that might be--perhaps they would still live. "Shall I tell you about my family? We've the dragon's blood within our veins."