She woke up suddenly with a twitch, eyes wide open into the darkness that covered the clearing where they had stopped for the night: the fire had gone out. It took her some seconds to fully come back to reality, her heart still racing. She must have had a nightmare, she didn't recollect.
Next thing she realized was him lying next to her, his arm around her waist, his face almost nestled in the curve of her neck.
"Jaime?"
His name come out before she even had time to think about it or to choose something more appropriate: Ser Jaime, Kingslayer… or some other blunt insult.
He grunted, moving slightly away from her.
"you were crying in your sleep, so I came here" he mumbled half asleep.
She didn't even remember what she was dreaming, and she was too sleepy to argue properly. He felt so warm, clung as he was to her body.
She put her hand on his forearm and he tightened his grasp around her waist.
"Thank you" she murmured, before falling asleep with his breath on her neck.