[ That’s the only truly terrible word Jorah has for her, cut loose and let drop.
Given time and space and silence, he dares to take a step in at her back, only to stall out short of touch at the sound of Drogon slithering closer through the brush. He’s just a presence, after that, reserved in his cloak. Not yet dismissed, report set aside like a newspaper.
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Given time and space and silence, he dares to take a step in at her back, only to stall out short of touch at the sound of Drogon slithering closer through the brush. He’s just a presence, after that, reserved in his cloak. Not yet dismissed, report set aside like a newspaper.
Considerate. ]