Jorys squealed with laughter and delight as Jorah lifted him. His little arms reached down to his father, his fingertips barely brushing over Jorah's stubbled chin. "Yes!! Yes Papa!" Jorys laughed.

"You're almost as high as Drogon flies, little love," Daenerys smiled. "Jorah, be careful with my son, don't drop him."

"Papa won't drop me! Silly Mama!" Jorys grinned.