She stirred weakly, a cold hand on hers. She heard someone else move beside her, a soft whisper reaching her ear. My little dragon. The voice was so soft, rough yet smooth like silk. It drew her in, and her eyes fluttered open slowly. Above her were not the bright lights she half expected, but a dim glow cast by candles slowly flickering around the room. Everything was hazy, as if someone had put a filter in her eyes. Turning her head weakly to the side to see where the whisper came from, a pale figure came into view before her vision cleared. Nuada sat at her bedside, concern in his golden eyes. Her eyes slowly trailed to her hand, seeing his hand on hers. Feeling another cold hand brush hair from her face, she looked up to see Nuada leaning forward slightly, before he placed a hand on her cheek. Daenerys couldn't blush, and she had a strong suspicion she was ghastly pale. She shut her eyes gently when Nuada kissed her forehead softly. "I came too late, little dragon. You were still hurt." She sighed quietly and opened her eyes, the soft violet of her eyes meeting Nuada's golden ones. "We cannot be everywhere at once," she murmured, her voice remaining as soft as ever. Seeing a small glint out of the corner of her eye, Dany turned her head carefully and looked over to see Nuala bringing some food and water for her. "Thank you," she said, giving Nuala a soft smile. Nuala smiled back before walking out quietly, her hands folded in front of her. "I will be back," Nuada said quietly, standing. She looked up, not wanting to be alone. "Will you be back?" .. "Always."
