08x04, 'The Last of the Starks'
Weeks have marched by; though Jorah is slow and stiff, he's walking again, and the worst of his injuries are stitching back together. He'll be in good shape to take his place at the spearhead of Daenerys' army with Grey Worm, and strong enough for the long journey south.
More importantly, he's been there to give her calm assurances, shouldered her burden when she might otherwise have been alone. It's still difficult for her to accept that Jon is her nephew, to trust that the Starks won't use the knowledge against her.
Tonight, they walk. Some of the snows have melted now, and this has given the families of the north the opportunity to return to their own seats and salvage what might be left of them—those who are well enough to leave, anyway. Winterfell still hosts members of some houses, Jorah's little cousin amongst them. Others still have lost their leader, or have been wiped out entirely, with a chasm yawning in its place. Jorah doesn't envy Jon his task of keeping them in line. In his experience, once there's a power vacuum, people will fight tooth and nail to fill it.
"Will Bear Island be stable without anyone to take care of it?" Daenerys wonders as they go. It'll be several more weeks, perhaps months, before Lyanna is strong enough to travel. He knows that Daenerys wouldn't stop him if he wanted to journey to his homeland in Lyanna's stead.
"Aye," he says. "The people left behind are capable of taking care of things until Lyanna returns."
"If the men here can fight with the strength of ten mainlanders then I have faith that the people left behind have the capabilities of nine," she says. "But if you need to go too…"
"No," he says firmly, without any hesitation. "I will be strong enough to travel soon, but only south. Bear Island doesn't need me anymore. The only worry is if the Greyjoys come slithering ashore…"
"They won't," says Daenerys. "Theon said that Yara didn't come here because she wanted to take the Iron Islands back from Euron, just in case we needed somewhere to retreat to. I expect a raven of her success any day now. And I trust her. A queen must be true to her word."
"The Greyjoys have never bothered about that before," Jorah mutters, but he hopes to be proven wrong—Daenerys likes the other woman and says that Yara is not so very different from her. And he trusts her judgement.
"So you're ready for us to continue our journey?" she clarifies one last time, seemingly for her own anxieties despite already knowing the answer.
Jorah nods. "Queen Cersei's reign will soon be over."
She smiles at him, bright, blinding; those words seem to be the only ones she needs to restore her hope and determination that they will succeed in their mission.
For there is no doubt about it. No matter what comes, this is their mission. Now and always.