♛ — Those words did not surprise Daenerys. In fact, she had heard them more than once so far, always from his lips; and no matter how often Jorah said it, it always seemed to have the same meaning, the same kind of truth
behind it. And just because of this sort of truth - the sort of promise
one really meant - Dany would always like to hear over and over again.
There were not many who would die for her like he would, after all.
❝I know you would❞, Daenerys said quietly with the hint of a smile on her features. ❝But right now, it is you who needs protection.❞
Regarding of what they had to face she did not like reminding him of
his illness at all - but she had to, if he really thought he had to
protect her now. ❝It is my turn to take care of you this time, and for now, you should take some rest.❞
Jorah fought to keep the smiel from his face when she reaffirmed her belief in him. That he would die for her. That he would always keep her safe. He frowned instead, looking down at his hand when she brought it up. The greyscale nad made its way up his arm, stopping just short of his shoulder. It was no longer as bad as it was, no longer flaky. The cure given to him by Sam kept the skin grey, but flexible, which he was thankful for. He could still make a fist and bend his elbow.
“I’m fine, your Grace,” he said as he dipped his head a little. “I had rest on the way here. A half truth. He’d slept on the boat to Dragonstone as best as he could. He wanted to get to her as soon as he was able. “It is not your job to protect me…you have more important things to worry about.”