The newly hatched ones aren't so newly hatched that they're still small. Daenerys [Have you seen her on the network?]-- she's their mother, she raised them. Aegon Targaryen was her forebear. They're big enough to fight, big enough to conquer, even just a few years on.

These dragons... I don't know what they do when they're wild. Steal a lot of livestock, I'd imagine, but there haven't been many wild ones since well before the Doom of Valyria.

They would worry me if she was my enemy, but she's my friend.

[Here, at least. At home, he can only imagine that they'll become friends again, and hope that he's not fooling himself.

And hope that, indeed, her enemies are worried.]