Notes:
I was sure Jorah wouldn't make it through Season 8. I actually liked how it was done on the show. It was a fitting send-off. I expected worse. But I couldn't quite get over the uselessness of the armor (at least for some people). And when they showed the armor in 8x04, it looked like it only had some burn marks on it. So this fic is on whoever forgot to prepare the armor properly in episode 8x04.
When the Night King had disintegrated and the dead had finally fallen, Jon Snow looked around him. Some figures were still standing. They were hard to make out in the dark. But the fact that they were still standing meant it had to be the living. Was it really over? What exactly had happened? Someone had killed the Night King. But who? Suddenly, he felt weary and tired. His hands and arms hurt from fighting. But there was no time to rest yet.
He started walking. He found Bran in the Godswood with Arya. And Theon's dead body. Arya had killed the Night King. She looked rather shocked instead of happy or relieved. Jon understood. The fight had taken the last out of them, no matter the outcome. Sansa had also made her way to the Godswood and embraced Jon and Arya and then Bran. They stood like that for a moment without saying anything, trying to comprehend that it was really over.
But where were Daenerys and Drogon? "I have to find Daenerys," Jon said and left them.
In the courtyard, Jon ran into Tyrion. "Have you seen Daenerys?"
"She's with Ser Jorah."
Jon sighed relieved. "Good."
"No, not good," Tyrion replied somberly.
Jon looked at him questioningly.
"We found them on the battlefield. Drogon wouldn't let anyone come close. We didn't even know if either of them was alive. Until we heard her crying."
"Is she okay?"
"Yes."
"And Ser Jorah?"
"He's hurt badly. They brought him to his quarters. I am looking for Sam." There had been a lot of blood. And since wights didn't bleed it had to be Jorah's own blood.
Jon pointed in the direction where he had last seen Sam and then hurried inside.
When Jon entered Jorah's quarters, the first thing he saw was the discarded armor lying on the floor. It had served him well. It was covered with countless marks, but nothing had actually penetrated the armor. The next thing he saw was Daenerys washing the blood off Jorah with the help of Missandei. Maester Wolkan was inspecting his injuries. Jorah had several wounds at his side, on his hip and on his arms. His face was covered in blood. He was unconscious, but still breathing.
Jon gently placed a hand on Daenerys' shoulder. "Are you okay?" Her face had blood on it, so had her coat.
She shrugged off his hand. "I'm fine." Daenerys tried to clean the cloth in the bowl of water, but the water was already as red as the blood itself. She wrung out the cloth anyway and gently started cleaning his face.
Jorah opened his eyes. Her eyes were the first thing he saw.
Daenerys stopped what she was doing, momentarily frozen in place. Then, very gently, she stroked his face. "Stay with me," she whispered.
He moved his lips but couldn't get any words out. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt. He couldn't even make out where he was hurt and where not. He tasted blood.
"Don't try to speak. Save your strength."
Maester Wolkan handed her some milk of the poppy. "Here, give him this. It will ease the pain."
When she reached for the vial, she left his field of vision and his hand wrapped around her wrist in an almost painful grip. "I'm not going anywhere. Drink this. You don't need to be in pain. I'll stay here, I promise."
With her help Jorah managed to take a few sips.
"All of it," Maester Wolkan instructed.
"Please, Jorah, drink. I won't leave. I promise." Daenerys stayed close to his face, not breaking eye contact until unconsciousness claimed him again.
"Let Maester Wolkan and Sam take care of him," Jon said and gently pulled Daenerys away.
They stepped back and Daenerys leaned against the wall. She hadn't even noticed Sam and Tyrion entering the room.
Jon gently grabbed her shoulders and looked her over. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. I've told you. I'm fine," she said.
"You don't look fine. Let's get you cleaned up." He tried to lead her away but she didn't move.
"I'm staying here. I promised him."
"He's asleep."
"I promised him!" Daenerys said again, this time with anger in her voice.
"You need to get some rest too. We've all been fighting throughout the night."
"I will not leave him!" Like he hadn't left her. And yet, he still might. She went back over to the foot of Jorah's bed, watching Sam and Maester Wolkan work on his wounds.
Grey Worm came in. He first went over to Missandei and hugged her fiercely. Then he looked at Jorah and finally at Daenerys. "Will he live?"
Daenerys looked questioningly at Sam.
"I… I can't say," Sam said, trying to avoid her eyes.
"He's strong," Tyrion said softly.
Daenerys, Missandei, Grey Worm and Tyrion stood around Jorah's bed in silence. Jon observed them for a while but then quietly left the room.
