Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

Dany had gotten another letter. She was now missing two different bloodriders, and at this rate, all of Westeros would be gone in days. And she didn't know how to make it better, or what to do, or how to fix any of it. And after speaking to Chuck, she came to the realization that no one else was coping much better than she was.

So she decided to do what she knew how: she would provide. She couldn't cook, no, but she could just barely work a phone, so it wasn't long before the common room was filled with Chinese food. Dany opted to eat with a fork rather than the silly sticks, of course, but it was filling and warm and good, and she pressed buttons on the television until she found something light and easy to watch.

It made nothing better. But it helped, the tiniest bit.

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[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

Susan sighed, and said, "He's a seven foot tall skeleton. He doesn't have the parts that make him able to emote. Don't ask me how he walks and talks, that seems like too personal a question to ask him."

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"How is he so tall?"

Yes, that was Dany's question.

"My husband wasn't even quite that tall, and Drogo was a very big man. Your grandfather must have been huge in life."

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"He was never alive, actually," said Susan. "He's just always been Death. Since the beginning."

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"Your world makes no sense," said the fifteen year-old fire-proof widow who kept dragons.