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(Sanguis has blessed her and no one can tell her differently. Daenerys is standing before a mirror, running her fingertips over the horns protruding from her head. However those additions do not thrill her as much as the leathery wings on her back.

If her smile makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, that is understandable. The scales on her cheeks and the fact that her blue eyes are anything but human don't help matters, however there is an undefinable quality about her. Perhaps this isn't a blessing after all.)

Am I a monster? (Her hands shake as she presses her talons against her cheeks.) Is this...me? Have I always been this?

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[ Somehow he still recognizes the woman who'd introduced herself as Daenerys. And while it takes Song Lan a moment, eventually there's a hint of a smile- mostly in his eyes. ]

You are still you, Daenerys. Now you look like the mother of dragons you are.

(That is the problem. She is still her. This transformation hasn't freed her; it hasn't convinced her that what she did was right. Her features are tense, her dragon eyes bright with unshed tears.)

Not a mother; a monster.

If you are a monster, than I am as well.

[ He shakes his head slightly, gaze flicking away before returning. ]

Where are you? Would company help?

Did you kill thousands?

(She swallows with difficulty, not answering that second question until he knows the truth.)

[ He closes his eyes at that, face turned a little away. ]

...I do not know how many I have killed. Possibly.

Were they innocent? (Were they children? Mothers? Elderly?)

Yes. [ He considers all the deaths he's caused while under Xue Yang's control to be his, not Xue Yang's. ]

If you still wish to keep me company, I would appreciate it. (But that is his choice.)

I will come. [ with tea. ] Where are you?

(She gives the address of her apartment.) You are welcome to come here or we can meet somewhere in public if that suits you better?

[ He takes note of it ]

I do not mind going to you. I do not expect you to harm me.

I wouldn't. I have no desire to hurt anyone. (No matter what she looks like.)

Then there is no danger. We can meet elsewhere if you prefer, but it does not matter to me.

I sought your comfort. I have protection enough here even if you meant me harm.

[ That earns her the barest hint of a smile. ]

Which you will not need. I will be there soon. [ He bows his head slightly and ends the connection.

Not long after, she'll have a knock on the door, and he's there with a tray of tea, honey, and two cups. ]

(He will meet that protection soon regardless. At the knock, she opens the door and steps back, smiling warmly. He is a thoughtful man.)

Please come in. Make yourself comfortable.

(Drogon lifts his head from the chair he favors, focusing on their visitor.)

[ He bows over the tray, then steps in with the invitation. ]

Thank you.

[ He'd kind of figured he would be meeting her son today. He inclines his head just as respectfully to the little dragon as he had Daenerys. Then makes his way to set the tray on the table. ]

Do you like honey in your tea?

[ He'd brought some just in case. Xue Yang likes his tea sweet, otherwise he wouldn't have thought to bring even that much, just the tea itself. ]

(She shuts the door behind him and gives Drogon a motherly look. Don't frighten our guest. The little dragon chirps and swishes his tail, almost seeming to smile when she approaches and rubs over his head.)

Honey sounds lovely. I haven't had any in ages.

(With Winter claiming Westeros, there are less flowers and less bees.)

[ Song Lan gives an actual smile at the little dragon, if smaller than most people would give others. He sets to work preparing and pouring the tea, adding honey to one of the cups and offering it to her with another slight bow. ]

Then I am glad I made sure to bring some.

[ He glances over at the little dragon. ]

Would you introduce us?

(She accepts the cup with a soft, grateful smile. Then she glances back at Drogon and speaks affectionately:)

This is Drogon, my eldest son. (Rhaego probably deserves that title instead, however he never had a chance to take his first breath.) Drogon, this is Song Zichen.

(The small dragon lifts himself to his full height, inching out his muzzle curiously.)

[ Maybe he should be apprehensive, being so close to a dragon and his mother, who now bears the appearance of a dragon, albeit with more human features. But he lives with Xue Yang, who is arguably more monster than most could dream of being. And he himself is a Fierce Corpse, who looks and smells more a corpse than the last time Dany met him.

His hands are steady enough despite that, though more because he's taking extra care with each movement he makes. Including now, how he cups his hands and bows to first Daenerys, then to Drogon. ]

It is an honor to finally meet you, Drogon.

(Death doesn't bother either of them and even if she can smell him, Daenerys will make no comment. Drogon dips his head as if he is bowing too, resting his front feet on the arm of the chair. His mother also returns Song Lan's bow, happy that the man doesn't jump to conclusions about her little scaly son.)

He is very smart. Once he likes you, he won't forget you.

(She takes a seat and brings the teacup to her lips.)

I should have relied on him more when assessing members of my council.

[ It means more to him than he'll say. Song Lan waits for her to take a sip first, then sips the warm liquid himself. He doesn't need to eat or drink as he is, but the warmth is appreciated. And the company more so, though he'd come here to help her. ]

You know to rely on him now. We can only go forward, Daenerys.

(Her gaze softens and she lowers the cup, the sweet taste of honey lingering on her tongue.)

I wish there were more men like you on Westeros. You have a heart and you are not swayed by ambition.

[ He could argue that his heart is dead. But that's a physical thing, and he knows that isn't what she's talking about. His lips twitch and he shakes his head slightly. ]

A long time ago, Xiao Xingchen and I were going to form a sect based on talent and compassion, rather than bloodline.

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