There would be no need for him to worry: Daenerys had trained herself out of crying when others could see when she was a child. It was never worth it, the embarrassment she felt just made it worse and it called the sort of attention to her that she very much didn't want. But she was closer to it than she'd been in a long time, caught up in these anxieties.
"You're plenty smart," she insisted, though she wasn't moving to lift her head yet. "You're just not cruel, which I imagine is the difference." Despite his cloak and his arm around her both, she shivered a bit at the thought.
And though he couldn't see it, she blushed yet more when his lips found the top of her head. "I think perhaps it's not a matter of deserving," she mused, because it was easier somehow than thinking about how his assurances made her insides flutter. "If it were, the world wouldn't be as it is."
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"You're plenty smart," she insisted, though she wasn't moving to lift her head yet. "You're just not cruel, which I imagine is the difference." Despite his cloak and his arm around her both, she shivered a bit at the thought.
And though he couldn't see it, she blushed yet more when his lips found the top of her head. "I think perhaps it's not a matter of deserving," she mused, because it was easier somehow than thinking about how his assurances made her insides flutter. "If it were, the world wouldn't be as it is."