Hermione tosses and turned in bed that night. Unlike last night, when she closed her eyes, she wasn't assaulted with visions of falling of the Eyrie. Instead, it was images of the little boy in the cell falling off in his sleep. He was clearly malnourished - nothing but skin and bones, on par with the starving people that lined the streets of Dorne. His eyes were sunken in and his cheeks were gaunt.