a. wardrobe
[Crude name aside, Daenerys is wary of the wardrobe. Despite the fantastical nature of the world around her right now, her leeriness around magic has not been made to subside by anything yet. She reaches for the handle with trepidation, willing her hand steady with a breath before pulling it open. She understands that there are personal possessions within the wardrobe, but does not know what to expect. She pulls out first her family's sigil. A three-headed dragon pin similar to the one she's placed in her dress. Next, she finds a small stack of books and writings from her homeland she recognizes from among her wedding gifts.]

[Daenerys frowns as she steps away, realizing there is nothing more for her.]

This... This is it? [she says quietly to herself.]

[She dared not hope that her children would be here with her, but she'd hoped at the very least something more than symbols and words, but it's all she had. Her grip tightens slightly as she tries not to feel envy or frustration. It feels as though magic has betrayed her once more.]

b. caravan
[Daenerys smiles as the horse nudges her hand with its muzzle. Truthfully, she does not feel much like smiling after hearing the explanation that each of them has been touched with magic more than just collecting their belongings or even just arriving in this place. But she's determined to take the simple pleasure of admiring this beast and let the matter of magic settle in her mind at another time.]

[Daenerys glances over, seeing another nearby looking at the horse. She isn't sure if the other is skittish about the horse or the situation, but it seems they have just as much on their mind as anyone else.]

She's gentle, [she says by way of reassuring. Just in case the anxiety is about the horse after all.] Unless you are made of grass, I think you shall be okay to pet her.

c. stone's throw
Help me with this!

[Dany has been trying to dig this person out for what feels like something trying to eke its way into forever. (She can only imagine it's worse for the person trapped. It probably feels impossible to them that she will ever free them completely.) The rubble is heavy and difficult to move. She can't lift any of it, relying purely on sliding and rolling what she can off. But now Dany has found a piece that's too heavy for her to do even that. Not that it's stopped her from trying. She grunts with the effort in trying to get the broken piece of stone to move, but she has no luck.]

[Thus, the barked command to help her with moving it. It's possible that even two people cannot move it, but she has to try. She just has to try.]

d. gross
[She's trying hard not to open her mouth. Dany's jaw is tight and she tries to get by with gestures and nods because speaking seems to only make the smell worse somehow. And it already inspires a very strong nausea that Daenerys doesn't think she's ever experienced before without being made worse.]

[To say she's starting to have some regrets about coming here is perhaps an understatement.]

[But she could not leave things be in the lowertown. If she and others didn't step in, it would continue to be uninhabitable. Setting down the satchel she brought to bring the necessary supplies, she passes along the candles to her partner silently. Her expression seems to be set in a permanent grimace at the odor around them.]

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