Jorah smiled at her when he heard her worries. He stopped her just in front of her door and looked at her. He gently brushed his thumb over her cheek. "You just stand there and let me come to you." He said softly.

He did lean forward and whispered lowly. "I have instructed trusted men to escort you if your brother insists on a bedding ceremony. They will be gentle and if you are not comfortable, they will shield you from less friendly eyes and keep you as modest as possible until arriving in the room." He told her. A bedding was not always observed in the North, and was usually only performed if royalty was present and insisted upon it.