Tyrion's gaze follows Evie's gesture towards the girl - a scrawny, shivering little thing, barely covered by her threadbare blanket. It would be a lie to claim he didn't feel a twinge of sympathy for her, to say nothing of the much stronger stirring of disgust for the fools who had been responsible for this mess in the first place. And yet...

"There are a hundred more like her," he says, knowing all too well that this is probably a vast understatement of the numbers. Draega holds, from what he's seen, only a fraction of its original population. Draega is still a large city, with all that entails. "We'll help more of them if we stick to the plan. It isn't cruelty to go about this in the way that allows us to cover the most ground, and miss the fewest people."