You are mistaken in thinking I am not a dragon in truth. (She refuses to be saddened by that; it has meant everything to her over her long journey.) Perhaps I am too much of one. When my son was born, they say he had the scales and the wings of a dragon. Magic may have corrupted him and that is why he couldn't survive, however I must keep in mind that I am immune to fire and my sons recognize me as one of their own.

(His unease doesn't miss her notice and she softens, murmuring:)

You have no reason to fear me or Drogon. We are without family or home. He will be the very last of his kind on Westeros. While I can keep him here, at least we will not be alone.