Jorah hadn't slept. He had remained on his knees and in tears as he watched the flames burn. He had not heard her scream and he had hoped she had inhaled the flames and died quickly.

He had eventually stood with the intention of shifting through the ashes to find something to keep as a reminder of her. He had heard the baby dragons, but did not realize what they were. He froze when he spotted movement. His breath caught when he saw three dragons perched upon her shoulders. She was alive!

Joy and relief flooded Jorah. He fell to his knees again as he once again beheld her beauty. "You are blood of the dragon." He said astounded.