Daenerys wasn't satisfied with the kiss to her temple. She tipped her head up, white-blonde hair in messy waves down her back, and kissed Jorah softly even as the baby cried in her arms. Newborns were wont to wail, she'd been told. As she broke off the kiss, Daenerys looked down at the baby and rocked him gently in her arms. She glanced up when the Maester approached. Her lips pressed together as she thought on names - though she knew the name she wanted for her son.

Daenerys glanced up to Jorah, looking for his opinion and whether or not he approved of the name. After all, this was his son as well. He deserved input. "Jorys."