Yara spoke lowly so that Danaerys would only hear it if she was listening carefully. "One glimpse of your naked body and I would die happy."

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The slightly rougher seas had woken young Denna. She was giggling and currently working on giving her father's chest hairs firm tugs. Jorah jumped awake in pain and saw her smirking face. He looked around and spotted his wife at the door. "You should not encourage her to remove my chest hair. That would leave you with less to toy with." He grumped slightly. He had no idea she had wandered the ship alone, nor that Yara had made a serious pass at her.