Embracing Jorah felt natural. His arms encircled her waist, and it was a good thing the fresh air brought color to her cheeks, helping to mask the blush. He survived, he returned, he is by my side...

They walked side by side down the beach, away from the dragons. The sun had properly risen in a cloudless sky, chasing away the early morning fog. Though Dragonstone still had a melancholy air about it, it felt as if Dany and her followers were breathing new life and energy into the home of her ancestors.

When Jorah suggested that she would not want to hear the tale, Daenerys glanced at him, confused. "You survived the impossible. Of course I wish to hear it...unless it is too painful to speak of." She could not imagine the fear he must have felt. "Instead, you could tell me about the Citadel."

I have missed your voice, she thought to herself.