Morning came after a fitful night's sleep. Daenerys kept Daella close in their bed, but her own face remained buried into Jorah's chest. When she woke that next morning, Daenerys sighed and rose slowly. Daella remained asleep on the soft furs of the bed.

She pushed her fingers tenderly through Jorah's hair and sighed sadly. She didn't want to wake him. But then would need to go soon.