I do not know. I have not seen such feats before. Only -- what happened to you.

[Daenerys goes quiet for a few moments and polishes off the last of her ale, rolling the neck of the bottle between her fingers while avoiding Jon's eyes once she spots the sad reflection in them. She's too empathetic to see that right now.

She might slip. Even as she feels her heart tightening in her chest.]

It does not matter. There is nothing to be done for it.