Jacaerys had gone out for an air of wind, a little overwhelmed after the recent turn of events. His mother had a dangerous stillborn birth, and that was a different matter entirely from the Greens usurping both his and his mother's birthrights. He ducked his head down, glancing at the sand beneath his shoes at Dragonstone's shore almost as if it held an answer for him. He hears something shuffle from behind him, instantly causing him to draw his sword. It was barely dawn, causing him to squint before realizing it was you. "Ah, it's you. For a second, I was silly enough to think it might be someone from my uncle's side." He sheathes his sword back to his waist, sighing softly before bringing his eyes back to the coast. "I couldn't find much rest. Don't tell mother though, I fear she might worry."