Caraxes? Jon's dark eyes shift from his ancestor to the elongated dragon, the darkened purple hues in his own eyes that normally appear black catching on the firelight, illuminating the truth that was there for anyone who thought to look close enough to see. (None ever did.)
It makes no sense, that Daemon would feel rested because Caraxes dozed, but he opts against questioning it. He's a man who was brought back to life after bleeding out in the snow. Who was he to question a shared sense of restfulness between dragon and rider? Especially a dragon and rider who have a deeper connection than Jon will likely ever have to Rhaegal — not just because of Jon's inexperience, but how less refined his Targaryen blood is.
"I recall," he responds bitterly, sneering at unseen shadows in the distance, echoes of unpleasant recollections that have yet to fade from his groggy mind. "I recall when I would like nothing more than to forget."
To forget, to rest, to be without one thing or another haunting him in some way. He's tired.
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It makes no sense, that Daemon would feel rested because Caraxes dozed, but he opts against questioning it. He's a man who was brought back to life after bleeding out in the snow. Who was he to question a shared sense of restfulness between dragon and rider? Especially a dragon and rider who have a deeper connection than Jon will likely ever have to Rhaegal — not just because of Jon's inexperience, but how less refined his Targaryen blood is.
"I recall," he responds bitterly, sneering at unseen shadows in the distance, echoes of unpleasant recollections that have yet to fade from his groggy mind. "I recall when I would like nothing more than to forget."
To forget, to rest, to be without one thing or another haunting him in some way. He's tired.