The sickness that plagued her soldiers troubled Daenerys. So many of them were ill. She hadn't considered that they had no immunity to western sicknesses.

She stated as her dragons circled aloft. When Yara spoke, Daenerys didn't look her easy. "They have to fly a great distance," she replied. "The less weight they carry, the better."

Slowly she turned to face Yara. "Have my soldiers recovered from their sickness?" She asked. Wondering how many would actually make it to Westeros.