The kiss was just so... Jon is rapidly running out of words to describe what it feels like to be with Daenerys, to kiss her and hold her and to be ready to... It's just too much for him, so he stops trying to put words to things for a while. He nods, though, at her words, pulling himself back together.
"Same for me. Although there shouldn't be another soul within a hundred paces of here until morning." With that said, he gathers the blanket roll and spreads the thick woolen fabric on top of a particularly soft-looking pile of hay. Another two blankets top that for good measure. When he's done it looks like they have a proper nest.
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"Same for me. Although there shouldn't be another soul within a hundred paces of here until morning." With that said, he gathers the blanket roll and spreads the thick woolen fabric on top of a particularly soft-looking pile of hay. Another two blankets top that for good measure. When he's done it looks like they have a proper nest.
He holds out his hand. "My Lady?"