He had always been a gentle boy bearing a warm and tender heart. While there were moments he frustrated her (especially at the end), she could never hate him. He was a better man than Joffery, even if he wasn't decisive. It seemed remarkable that he came from Cersei, perhaps that was why his mother had held to him so fiercely, aside from her lusts for power.

He could be a better man, but only away from his mother's influence and the cruel world of Westeros. It was a blessing that he was here. While his presence might bring her confusion, he would be able to find himself.

"It isn't Hell," she said gently. "Simply another world. Are you well? Did you just arrive?"