[ Song Lan gives an actual smile at the little dragon, if smaller than most people would give others. He sets to work preparing and pouring the tea, adding honey to one of the cups and offering it to her with another slight bow. ]

Then I am glad I made sure to bring some.

[ He glances over at the little dragon. ]

Would you introduce us?

[ Maybe he should be apprehensive, being so close to a dragon and his mother, who now bears the appearance of a dragon, albeit with more human features. But he lives with Xue Yang, who is arguably more monster than most could dream of being. And he himself is a Fierce Corpse, who looks and smells more a corpse than the last time Dany met him.

His hands are steady enough despite that, though more because he's taking extra care with each movement he makes. Including now, how he cups his hands and bows to first Daenerys, then to Drogon. ]

It is an honor to finally meet you, Drogon.

[ It means more to him than he'll say. Song Lan waits for her to take a sip first, then sips the warm liquid himself. He doesn't need to eat or drink as he is, but the warmth is appreciated. And the company more so, though he'd come here to help her. ]

You know to rely on him now. We can only go forward, Daenerys.

[ He could argue that his heart is dead. But that's a physical thing, and he knows that isn't what she's talking about. His lips twitch and he shakes his head slightly. ]

A long time ago, Xiao Xingchen and I were going to form a sect based on talent and compassion, rather than bloodline.

The short answer is I lost my temper and accused him of the deaths of my clan. By the time I caught up to him, three years had passed.

Then I died.

[ She is kind. Song Lan manages almost a smile in return. ]

...I do not know if you can help. Here, all I can do is try to avoid repeating my mistakes. Xue Yang and I have agreed that Xiao Xingchen's happiness and safety are most important.