Jorah held her and slid his hand into hers to hold as she was examined. The Maester frowned deeply as he cleaned her up and used a cloth to wipe the blood away. He examined the ground as well and scooped something up to inspect it. There was sadness in his eyes as he looked at them. "Your majesties, there is a small child here. I fear I cannot determine its gender. I do not see the liquid that should have been around the child, you might pass that slowly over the next few months. Shall I keep this a secret? Or do you desire a proper burial for the Royal child?" He asked with humbleness and genuine sadness.

Jorah was deeply saddened by this and he kissed her temple gently as he looked at the Maester, "Does she have any injuries?" He was concerned that she might bleed to death. He then turned to look into her eyes. "Which path do you desire? I would have them buried, but we can keep this a secret if you desire." He said tenderly.