She was only too happy to be pulled into Jorah's lap. Daenerys sniffled and sobbed as she cuddled up into him.

"He killed our son...our son," she mumbled it over and over again. Unable to put it out of her mind. Yet she felt her heart lighten a little when he said aloud that it was not her fault. Deep down she had feared that she was indeed cursed. That she would never carry a child to term. "He admitted it so easily...like he truly thought himself just in his actions. How could he think such a thing!?"

Her violet eyes glanced up to him, glassy and in desperate search for an answer.