[The Leaf is literally shimmying in excitement: it is helping and it knows it. For his part, Wrathion looks at it, bleary-eyed and groaning.]

You, stop that this minute, or I'll eat you. [That's a growl.]

Aemond. You may call me an idiot, but I'm not dying. I promise you. I only wish I were.

Let us say I was...unaware of the effects the blood of that beast would have upon me. Are you and your family all right? Is Sansa safe??

If you can find her, would you tell her I am... [Wrathion has to pause, here, because he does not want to worry her. At least not more worried than she is likely to be, already...]

Tell her you can find me, because Aspects know you likely can. And I am...urgh. Well enough? Still in the realm of the living, at the very least.