I would think dragons are their own gods, Lauralae. Perhaps, if gods would not regard us worthy of them, then we do not likewise need them.

[ aemond learned ambition at an early age, claimed for himself vhagar when he took his lesson in it. was it the will of gods that he claimed her, only to lose his eye? did the gods guide lucerys's hand that night? that would give the gods too much credit, he thinks.

no, they have little need for gods, especially in a place like this. he has his family, and he has lauralae. though he desires vhagar to be with him, he still finds himself pleased to have what he has here. gods didn't give him this abundance, after all - he brought this to life with his own efforts and lauralae's assent. ]

I would like to protect you too, if it pleases, however I might perform that duty. You are dear to me, I'm afraid.

[ he's not going anywhere now. ]