[ her tears are human, a natural response. others might have perceived them as weakness, saw the child behind the queen, but not him. even with tears sliding down her cheeks she's still the strongest and bravest person he knows. for half a heartbeat, jorah considers wiping daenerys' tears away with his thumb before anyone else can see them, but then she says she cannot move and suddenly his only concern is lifting her up into his strong arms and carrying her out of the darkness and into the light. ]
[ he hopes it's just shock, mental and not physical, but … no. no, it doesn't bear thinking about. behind him, he can feel viserion's and rhaegal's wings flapping wildly. leaving them shackled and chained isn't ideal. it will only serve to make the beasts angrier, more ferocious. but they cannot stay, and even if they could he's not sure daenerys would want to. i was wrong, the big knight thinks guiltily, blaming himself for her tears, the injury to her arm. he should never have agreed to help her. should have put her safety first. realized that he had the right of it the first time when he told her dragons could not be tamed, not even by their mother. gods, how could he have been so stupid? ]
[ and then it hits him. ]
[ agreeing to her conditions for a second chance was naught but selfishness and sheer folly. he had been so desperate to return to his rightful place at her side that he had not been thinking straight, made a promise he could not keep. his mouth twists at the memory. if she hadn't let him back into her life this would not have happened. she would be safe and unhurt and … focus, fool, he tells himself sharply, carrying his queen out of the dungeon catacombs as quickly as he can, calling out to the world above for a healer. ]
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[ soothingly; in the softest tone he has: ]
I've got you, my queen. [ softer still: ] Hush now, Daenerys. You're safe.
[ he hopes it's just shock, mental and not physical, but … no. no, it doesn't bear thinking about. behind him, he can feel viserion's and rhaegal's wings flapping wildly. leaving them shackled and chained isn't ideal. it will only serve to make the beasts angrier, more ferocious. but they cannot stay, and even if they could he's not sure daenerys would want to. i was wrong, the big knight thinks guiltily, blaming himself for her tears, the injury to her arm. he should never have agreed to help her. should have put her safety first. realized that he had the right of it the first time when he told her dragons could not be tamed, not even by their mother. gods, how could he have been so stupid? ]
[ and then it hits him. ]
[ agreeing to her conditions for a second chance was naught but selfishness and sheer folly. he had been so desperate to return to his rightful place at her side that he had not been thinking straight, made a promise he could not keep. his mouth twists at the memory. if she hadn't let him back into her life this would not have happened. she would be safe and unhurt and … focus, fool, he tells himself sharply, carrying his queen out of the dungeon catacombs as quickly as he can, calling out to the world above for a healer. ]