She almost pushed him away when he kissed her. But his lips...they were rough and war-bitten but not so callous as Drogo's. There was a devotion in his kiss that made her weak in the knees, and she couldn't push him away. She needed him too badly.

"......come to me when it is safe..." she whispered, shocking herself with the order. "Do not get yourself killed, Jorah Mormont...I...I command it!"