Drogon flew east with Dany's body and brought her still warm corpse to Mereen. They were greeted by Kenvara who had seen in the flames her queen's betrayal for love. She performed a ritual similar in nature to the one Melisandre had performed on Jon. See, when Melisandre left Westeros to hone her craft in Valentis, she had met with Kenvara and left her a gift behind to help Queen Danaerys Targaryen, first of her name, in her moment of need. Dany woke up, like she was shook from a terrible terrible dream. She wished it wasn't true, that the man she loved and lost so much to protect and save would not betray her, that it was the work of a wizard or a bad dream. She grieved her loss, and took a good look at what led to her bitter demise. She was angry at herself, for letting her thirst for the throne blind her judgment, for letting emotions of hate move her and be her blood rider. She dreamt for nights of all the women, children, and soldiers she had burnt; screaming in agony, begging for mercy. Their voices grew louder and louder in her head, before they faded to dust. Daario was there, to pick up the pieces, to help her make sense of her actions, and heal. He had ruled Mereen in his Queen's name justly, and Mereen had prospered in his rule. All she had now was all she needed, time. Daario and his council helped her regain trust in herself as a ruler and reminded her of all the people she had freed, all those she had served, and all the lives she had bettered. They walked her through the streets of Mereen to see for herself her people's gratitude, to see and feel their love for her. She vowed to stay in Mereen, continue to help those who hold so much love and admiration for her, and to never use dragon fire for her own selfish reasons again. Daario brought her down to the cave where she had once caged Viseryon and Raegal, and as she looked at the chains that once shackled her babies, she saw what she thought she would never see again, two beautiful, glowing dragon eggs. "Viseryon and Raegal must have laid these when they were here" she said, "I might never be a mother again, but I am a grandmother" she joked. She took the eggs and brought them to drogon, who protected them and kept them warm for a fortnight, until they hatched two magnificent little creatures, one male, and one female. Danaerys, grateful to all Daario had achieved and done for her, named him her hand. As for her two baby dragons, she named them Andal and Naath..