( He does not answer her in text, but it is not long before her eldest son finds Rhaenyra huddled by the hearth and warming herself with a flame. The fire needs another log and after putting down the plate of fruit he's managed to gather, Jacaerys takes on the task of stoking the flames as he's done on hunting trips and seen servants do.
After that, he sheds the fur coat he wears from his shoulders and drapes it over his mother's instead. If nothing else, he can continue to protect her. To be the dutiful son he has always been. He stands behind her, hands on her shoulders as the flames dance before them. He misses the warmth of their blood, misses their dragons and their home. ) You will not freeze. This way.
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After that, he sheds the fur coat he wears from his shoulders and drapes it over his mother's instead. If nothing else, he can continue to protect her. To be the dutiful son he has always been. He stands behind her, hands on her shoulders as the flames dance before them. He misses the warmth of their blood, misses their dragons and their home. ) You will not freeze. This way.