[ A healer of the mind. Tyrion privately wonders if he couldn't do with a bit of that himself. Although his immediate concern he decided to voice aloud: ]

Could anyone from this world, or one like it, truly hope to help someone from ours? Your brother is a product of Westerosi history as much as his own blood.

[ The rebellion. Rhaegar's death. The Targaryen birthright. The unquestioned idea of a birthright at all, something this country lacks. ]

He will also make his own decisions about his purpose here, no doubt. As will my own brother. Without a Game and a throne it's much easier to make a new start of it.

[ Not Tyrion, though. His job is to be her advisor, even here. ]