It has been two years since the castle's fall. I had hoped you and many others would be free of this place until the power had shifted once more, but we are not always so fortunate.

[Only one instead of three? That means less to protect her, and Drogon is evidently agitated. Something has to be done, or else an angelic patrol could easily make its way up here and ruin any sense of peace to be found.

He steps forward. Despite his wiry frame, there is something in him that refuses to break, something commanding.]

Let me see what ails him.