I don't know, [ she says, with a sigh, ] perhaps they'd be so preoccupied with one another we'd hardly even notice their presence.
[ Wishful thinking, wryly said. ]
In this world, there are institutions and healers committed to the treatment of madness. It's called psychiatry. There's an imPort that specialises in such practices -- but he is an ally to Lord Baelish, and Jorah has issued his warnings already about his nature.
[ Dr Chilton didn't seem so terribly bad to her, anyway, if a little pompous -- but first impressions are often misleading. ]
Nor do I favour the idea of watching Viserys flounder in this world, if he doesn't master its ways. And his own.
[ 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. ]
Perhaps. Perhaps not. Either Dr Chilton is skillful enough to adapt his practices, or he's arrogant enough to assume our kind would adapt to his.
[ She couldn't say, based on her first impression, although she knows what Jorah would guess, and perhaps Baelish too. Terribly, she thinks that Chilton could at least keep Viserys contained, if nothing else.
This last part earns a subtle smile, a little grim. ]
My brother knows of his own death, and he has seen the years that have passed for me since then. One way or another, he'll come to know this world as the only one left to him.
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[ Wishful thinking, wryly said. ]
In this world, there are institutions and healers committed to the treatment of madness. It's called psychiatry. There's an imPort that specialises in such practices -- but he is an ally to Lord Baelish, and Jorah has issued his warnings already about his nature.
[ Dr Chilton didn't seem so terribly bad to her, anyway, if a little pompous -- but first impressions are often misleading. ]
Nor do I favour the idea of watching Viserys flounder in this world, if he doesn't master its ways. And his own.
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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. ]
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[ She couldn't say, based on her first impression, although she knows what Jorah would guess, and perhaps Baelish too. Terribly, she thinks that Chilton could at least keep Viserys contained, if nothing else.
This last part earns a subtle smile, a little grim. ]
My brother knows of his own death, and he has seen the years that have passed for me since then. One way or another, he'll come to know this world as the only one left to him.