He looks at her with fear. Not fear of being rejected, of hearing her telling him how cruel he was in King's Landing. But the fear of someone you have lost a long time ago: the fear of being forgotten. She does not move nor say something. She remains silent, her face closed to human emotions. It would be too hot, too dark but the fragile cell of her melancholic scent shall inebriate me till I forget the animal smell of my human condition. He falls on his knees. Forgive me for I was never the remedy to your sorrow.