“All right. All right,” he murmurs into her hair. Likely, if she had lived longer than she had, she might not have spent the rest of her life mourning him. He had been able to move past Ygritte's death. But he and Ygritte hadn’t loved each other in quite the same way that he and Dany do; it had been true, but it had been calf's love.

It isn’t something he and Daenerys need to think on any further, because except for these last few weeks, they haven’t had to live without each other at all. Now that they’re alone, he moves back to the other topic, still holding her. All he wants to do is hold her like this.

"The dragons are dead. Their bodies, their skeletons, aren’t hard to find. But the messages we got... I met a woman who had the same one I did, from Logistykon, and I shared a room with a man, beastfolk, who got a different one, said it was from Epithimetykon."