"Not easily," she replies, turning her gaze back upon the woman towering over her. "I put the eggs on my husband's pyre, and I climbed in with them. The flames burned away everything, but left me and my three dragons." It's somewhat strange to explain, it always has been, although she's rarely the one who has to do it. Those who bore witness did it for her. Here though, there aren't even dragons to offer as proof that yes, that did happen. She can walk through fire and remain untouched.