Dany.

Daintily pointed ears twitch, straining to pick out that voice above the din. Her steps have slowed to a stop before she realizes, head tilting just slightly. Dany, he'd said. That voice is familiar, like a tickle to the back of the mind, something she'd never in all her life ever forget. She'd happily drown in a sea of his words, if it meant hearing him until the end of her days.

Irriella's looking up at her with large eyes. Knowing eyes. When she squirms again, Dany doesn't stop the panda from vaulting from her hold, skittering around her feet, and scrambling up Jon's leg. She turns at watches. Meets his gaze seconds later, staring at him and wondering if this is nothing more than a dream.

Don't wake me if it is.

"Jon." Irriella's trying to press against his chest, making happy chirping sounds. She swallows past the lump in her throat, nose suddenly tingling. "Jon."

Her breath comes out of her in a sharp exhale, and she's quick to bridge that distance between them.