[ The first thought Rhaenyra has upon seeing Daemon standing on the other side of the door is that her husband has vastly underestimated his current state.
The second is that she will need to immediately be made aware of how he sustained these injuries, but she doesn't attempt to confront him with that inquiry, at least not at first. Instead, she crosses the room to him, hands hovering in the space before him — she does not know where to touch, where she might bring more pain to him than relief.
The bruises are what draw her attention first, followed by the length of his hair, as short as she recalls seeing it when he'd first returned from fighting in the Stepstones, a makeshift crown perched atop his head, and Rhaenyra's gaze is scouring over him now, worry knitting her brows together. ]
Valzȳrys. [ Husband, she says, with soft concern. ] What happened?
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The second is that she will need to immediately be made aware of how he sustained these injuries, but she doesn't attempt to confront him with that inquiry, at least not at first. Instead, she crosses the room to him, hands hovering in the space before him — she does not know where to touch, where she might bring more pain to him than relief.
The bruises are what draw her attention first, followed by the length of his hair, as short as she recalls seeing it when he'd first returned from fighting in the Stepstones, a makeshift crown perched atop his head, and Rhaenyra's gaze is scouring over him now, worry knitting her brows together. ]
Valzȳrys. [ Husband, she says, with soft concern. ] What happened?