Daenya's Tent

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After a time, Elsey was awake, and slowly, drowsily, made her way back towards her own tent. Daenya's was near to her own, so she thought to see if Daenya was there. She cautiously looked inside, and was heartened to see her cousin there, being tended to by a maester.

"Daenya," Elsey said, approaching with a smile. "I am glad you are alright. How are you feeling?"

Feeling wobbly from the milk of the poppy, she sat down in a nearby chair.

"I am about to," said Elsey, kindly. "I just thought to check if you were here, see if you were alright. You are right though, I should not linger here in this state, and I see the maester is taking good care of you."

She pulled herself slowly out of the chair, wincing at the sharp pain in her ribs and shoulders.

"I shall let you be, cousin. Let me just say that you fought very bravely today."

She limped out of Daenya's tent, headed for her own.

After an hour of restless sleep, Dany made her way to her cousin's tent, knowing she would be there. No one had woken her up with news meanwhile so she assumed they were still capturing Oldtown, no doubt pillaging and plundering the once beautiful city, mainly its Sept.

"Cousin?" she asked with a slight smile, stopping in the tent opening briefly, leaning on her crutch. "I thought we might wait for the news together, unless you want to rest."

Daenerys made her way over to her bed and took the seat next to it, most likely previously occupied by a maester tending to Daenya's wounds.

"Are you hurt other than the broken arm?" she asked with slight concern, leaning the crutch on the bed.

"I am glad you did not lose him completely.. I can not even imagine what that might feel like. I am fine, just a few ribs and the foot," she said, and thought back to the battle with a frown. "Countless men, no doubt, and Valarr. They carried the unconscious Prince Aemon back, I do not know the extent of his injuries.. Three dragons.. Oh, Maekar lost his eye. And one of his hands."

Dany nodded. "He did. His army fled the moment it happened. It is a shame that happened to Valarr," she said, although she did not know the man very well. "From what I gather, he was a good man. Which can not be said about all of them."

Curious as to what this was about, Dany stood and went to the door, although it took her a while with her injury. She looked round and determined the area to be fairly deserted, most were probably off in the maesters' tents, taking the town, or lying on the field in a pools of blood. Shaking her head at Daenya, she returned to the chair.

He is allowed to enter, finding Princess Daenya abed, still half asleep as she looks up to see who has come to visit.

"And I am glad you are alive... I did not think you would... well," Daenya said, rubbing her eyes. She didn't remember much from the battle now, it having seemed to pass so quickly.

Daenya frowned. "I am afraid I know something about that..." She replied. "He... I took a squire from a knight, to teach him not to beat up those less fortunate than him. Apparently he... was a little enamored with me."

She rubbed her eyes again and sat up. "I think he wanted to give me those scales as a gift... I couldn't accept them, but I didn't want to tell you to spare you your feelings."

Daenya shook her head. "I burned them, uncle. Not on the pyre, because I was asleep, but I made a little fire and put them on it."