After leaving Earl Jon's room, Viserys went to Ashara's quarters. Daenerys had only just woken up and was sitting on the bed wrapped in a blanket, while Ashara held a cup of warm water for her.
The three hatchlings, meanwhile, had fallen asleep on a blanket beside the bed.
"Brother." Daenerys's violet eyes lit up as soon as she saw Viserys enter, only to dim again a moment later. "Mara..."
"I know." Viserys sat beside the bed and gently stroked her hair. "Don't worry. I've already arranged her funeral, and her family will be looked after."
Daenerys nodded, tears welling in her eyes, though she fought to keep them from falling. She sniffled and began recounting everything that had happened in the room.
"I heard the alarm outside. Then there were sounds of fighting beyond the door. It was over quickly, and there were screams. I was so scared. Mara and I hid in the room, and we didn't dare open the door. Then I heard Ser Jon outside, shouting. After that, all the sounds outside became confused."
Her voice trembled. "Then I heard something shatter, and something black flowed in through the gap under the door. Mara was closest to it. That stuff got on her skirt, and then she... she caught fire."
Daenerys gripped Viserys's hand tightly. "I wanted to help her, but I was terrified. I fell right off the bed, and something cut my arm. By the time I got up, she wasn't moving anymore. Then the whole room was on fire, and all I could do was huddle in the corner with the dragon eggs in my arms. I don't know when I passed out. When I woke up, I was already here."
As she spoke, her gaze drifted involuntarily toward the three hatchlings. "Are