[There's disappointment in his features. He was never one to conceal his thoughts very well, but he had long since stopped trying with Daenerys. She knew him too well at home and well enough here.
This was something he wouldn't be able to hide as it was.]
They didn't send you home then.
[He glances off screen, his face catching the sun. He honestly doesn't know what to say now or what he should say now.]
[ She is no better at concealing her feelings; concern writes itself between her brows, and a certain kind of melancholy now defines harder lines in her expression, and just a little curiousity is the steadiness in her regard of him through the device.
She can see he is at a loss, and so she picks up the reins of the thing. ]
It sent Ser Jorah back, as well. He remembers-- he remembers much.
[Jorah. What did Jorah know, beyond the obvious threats and those events. There was a moment when it seemed he knew a great deal, but nothing was said. Nothing frank, anyway.]
You pledge your forces to face the dead. You did what you promised here.
[ That's not confirmation of something she knows; her tone is one that implies absorbing that information. Perhaps that should not matter, here. Perhaps he pledged himself to a Daenerys that does not yet exist, for this one has not done the deeds of that one.
She doesn't know. It doesn't seem like the time to complicate it, or contradict him. ]
From what I can tell of Ser Jorah's time, there is much more still to be done, unless you come from even further than that. [ And because she can't stand the thought of just dancing around it; ] He told me that one of my-- [ But, ah, Jon must know their names. ] He told me that Viserion fell.
Did he tell you about the Dragonpit or our plans to travel to Winterfell?
[He clenches and unclenches his hand awkwardly, not knowing what to do with his hands or where to really look. Each time he met her eyes, everything felt so much heavier. She didn't stare at him in the same way as before. Such a small thing shouldn't matter, but he felt colder without it.
But the mention of Viserion pains him. He looks back at her through the screen, heartbroken for her.]
I'm sorry.
[It was an echo of what he said before, though this time he couldn't take her hand.]
I underestimated the Night King. I shouldn't have written you, but you saved us. You and your children.
[ She shakes her head, faintly. She hadn't wished to know more after that news, and her eyes are distant from the feelings this line of conversation stirs within her. Feelings that are hard to name.
She returns her attention to the screen, and shakes her head again, a sharper no. ]
If you wrote me, and I went, I can only trust I acted in the best interest of the Kingdoms. If it was the wrong thing to do, it was my wrong thing to do.
[ It's a strange thing to bite down on, perhaps, but the idea of being tricked or manipulated into sacrifice, even as unknowingly as through a letter from Jon Snow, is unacceptable. ]
I don't know why you decided to save us, only that we wouldn't have survived without you. [And that she was the most incredible sight he had ever seen. Her three dragons decimated much of the army of the dead, before the Night King struck down Viserion.
It was almost like he knew somehow. It wasn't something he could bring up, not at this moment. Instead, he only looks at her mournfully, wanting to share her pain, if she would let him, even if at a distance.]
You told me.
[He swallows and looks away for a moment.]
They are your children. [He wouldn't say the rest, as he was still uncertain about the truth of it. It wasn't really the point anyway.] Because of the wight we captured, we received help from the Southron houses against the coming war.
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So she just answers his question; ]
Sailing for Westeros.
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This was something he wouldn't be able to hide as it was.]
They didn't send you home then.
[He glances off screen, his face catching the sun. He honestly doesn't know what to say now or what he should say now.]
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She can see he is at a loss, and so she picks up the reins of the thing. ]
It sent Ser Jorah back, as well. He remembers-- he remembers much.
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You pledge your forces to face the dead. You did what you promised here.
[A beat.]
I pledged myself to you, my queen.
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[ That's not confirmation of something she knows; her tone is one that implies absorbing that information. Perhaps that should not matter, here. Perhaps he pledged himself to a Daenerys that does not yet exist, for this one has not done the deeds of that one.
She doesn't know. It doesn't seem like the time to complicate it, or contradict him. ]
From what I can tell of Ser Jorah's time, there is much more still to be done, unless you come from even further than that. [ And because she can't stand the thought of just dancing around it; ] He told me that one of my-- [ But, ah, Jon must know their names. ] He told me that Viserion fell.
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[He clenches and unclenches his hand awkwardly, not knowing what to do with his hands or where to really look. Each time he met her eyes, everything felt so much heavier. She didn't stare at him in the same way as before. Such a small thing shouldn't matter, but he felt colder without it.
But the mention of Viserion pains him. He looks back at her through the screen, heartbroken for her.]
I'm sorry.
[It was an echo of what he said before, though this time he couldn't take her hand.]
I underestimated the Night King. I shouldn't have written you, but you saved us. You and your children.
Viserion-- I know what he means to you.
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She returns her attention to the screen, and shakes her head again, a sharper no. ]
If you wrote me, and I went, I can only trust I acted in the best interest of the Kingdoms. If it was the wrong thing to do, it was my wrong thing to do.
[ It's a strange thing to bite down on, perhaps, but the idea of being tricked or manipulated into sacrifice, even as unknowingly as through a letter from Jon Snow, is unacceptable. ]
Do you? [ It's not cynical, nor a challenge. ]
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It was almost like he knew somehow. It wasn't something he could bring up, not at this moment. Instead, he only looks at her mournfully, wanting to share her pain, if she would let him, even if at a distance.]
You told me.
[He swallows and looks away for a moment.]
They are your children. [He wouldn't say the rest, as he was still uncertain about the truth of it. It wasn't really the point anyway.] Because of the wight we captured, we received help from the Southron houses against the coming war.