Though her back was straight and her shoulders squared and proud, tension and worry exuded from every line and angle of Dany's body as she watched Drogon circle the sea with his brothers. At Jon's question, her clasped hands untangled carefully and rested lightly against the edge of the battlements, chin dipping as she angled her head at him over her shoulder.

"He's been injured before," she replied simply. "He healed quickly then. He will again."

She watched them in silence for another moment, then turned slowly, clasping her hands in front of her. "The mining goes well, I'm told?"