Daenerys saw her Drogon lift his head, staring at something behind her with those frighteningly intelligent eyes all dragons seemed to possess. She turned around to look...and immediately broke out in a grin. After giving them each one more pat, she turned and quickly made her way across the damp sand towards her oldest adviser.

Now that they were in a less formal setting, she was free to pull him into a proper embrace. Leaning up onto the tips of her toes, she threw her arms around him. "Ser Jorah," she said, voice thick with emotion. It was proving a little hard, keeping her emotions in check. "I am thankful that you have returned at last, healthy and whole." Though she wished to hold onto him longer, Dany reluctantly pulled away.

Her unusual eyes were bright with emotion, silver-gold hair windblown, cheeks pink. "And you have returned just in time -- the campaign to retake Westeros is already underway. I have great need of your good counsel. But that can wait until later."

She gestured toward one end of the beach. "Will you walk with me a while, good ser? I wish to hear of your journey."