Yes, three of them. They call Daenerys the Mother of Dragons as she went into her husband's funeral pyre with three dragon eggs and emerged unburnt and with three baby dragons. They're all fully grown now.

[a fact which normally thrills her and fills her with hope and awe, but today she's simply stating facts, as though she would give the weather]

I'm glad for you. Truly, I am. Our pasts should not define us.

[that she manages a little more emotion behind, coupled with a small smile]