09x03, 'Living Wildfire'

The dragons' screeches foretell the arrival of Daenerys and Jon's triumphant return.

When Jorah arrives she's busy petting Drogon's scales and murmuring sweet nonsense. Jorah remembers telling her that dragons cannot be tamed but she seems to have mastered the art.

They are alone, and it gives him the opportunity to say what he's played over and over since their parting. "I'm sorry for what I said. I never meant it like that, but I never should have said it. It was stupid."

"It was," she agrees. "But I need to be challenged sometimes."

He's relieved that all seems to have been forgiven.

Then jumps when he feels a hot puff of air on the back of his neck.

He spins to find Rhaegal staring down at him.

Daenerys watches the exchange with a slight frown creasing her brow. "It looks like Rhaegal wants you to stroke him…"

Jorah blinks. The dragons have always been friendlier with him than they have with most, but they haven't shown such interest since they were babies.

"Go on," Daenerys encourages. "He won't bite."

Gingerly, he raises his hand towards the dragon's snout, letting Rhaegal close the distance. His fingers meet hot, smooth scales. Rhaegal gives a huff of what can only be contentment, almost knocking him backwards.

Jorah's breath catches. The beauty if the moment is not lost to him. One of the few men in the whole world who has ever been lucky enough to touch a full grown dragon.

When Rhaegal has had his fill he pulls away, and the earth cracks beneath his talons as he takes off into the sky. Jorah cranes his neck to watch that graceful ascent. Only when Daenerys rests her hand lightly in the crook of his elbow does he return to the present. She's still wearing that same expression of bewilderment.

"What's wrong?" he probes.

"Nothing," she answers vaguely.

"Then should we return to camp?"

"I'll be along soon," she replies, still with that vague air of musing.

He leaves her with the distinct feeling that she is scrutinising him with a newfound curiosity.