That coaxed an odd, anxious smile from her. She wasn't one for taking up arms and roughhousing like Arya was, and she was plenty feminine, but she had long been aware of the advantages that might come from being able to do like men and fight with more than just words. Besides that, there was truth to what he said, though Jon's intermittent awkwardness had long struck Daenerys as endearing, so she wasn't about to say anything about it.
"It can't be an easy one," she said, shuddering a bit in spite of herself. It wouldn't bother Jon, of course, but the thought of anywhere even colder than Winterfell pained her to think on. And -- well.
Her first instinct upon Jon's teasing was to give another of those laughs and bat at his arm, feigning something like playful shock. "Perhaps they wouldn't want your reminders," she countered, "Ineffectual as they seem to be, since they've never stuck." But once she'd taken the time to think over what else he said, she was suddenly struck with the idle thought that ensuring she was dressed properly wasn't the only way he could keep her warm, and this got her falling back into a polite shyness.
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"It can't be an easy one," she said, shuddering a bit in spite of herself. It wouldn't bother Jon, of course, but the thought of anywhere even colder than Winterfell pained her to think on. And -- well.
Her first instinct upon Jon's teasing was to give another of those laughs and bat at his arm, feigning something like playful shock. "Perhaps they wouldn't want your reminders," she countered, "Ineffectual as they seem to be, since they've never stuck." But once she'd taken the time to think over what else he said, she was suddenly struck with the idle thought that ensuring she was dressed properly wasn't the only way he could keep her warm, and this got her falling back into a polite shyness.