09x05, 'Here We Stand, Hear Me Roar'
Ser Davos says that he can't sleep the night before a fight. Instead he walks.
Daenerys understands. How can anyone sleep when they could be hours away from breathing their last?
The camp is a hive of nervous activity. They're so close to King's Landing and the final war.
Tyrion is nowhere in sight, for which she's grateful: she doesn't want him accosting her with accusations and arguments, not with her feelings so raw and tangled, when she's still trying to fit the pieces of her world back together in a way that they will fit.
She has to see Jorah alone one more time.
It's not going to be some wild, romantic moment. She is a queen and he is a knight, and she needs to take some time to think about the way things will work. Nor does she want to distract him when he needs to focus on the morrow.
But she needs that last moment with him or her heart won't rest tonight.
She finds him away from the rest of the crowd, sitting in front of a small fire.
"Jorah," she says softly.
He springs to his feet at once. "Khaleesi, what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you, of course." She sits. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm calm, which I suppose is the best thing I can feel."
"I suppose," she concedes. She doesn't like the idea of sending Jorah into battle first, but she knows there's no point in trying to dissuade him. She'd named him lord commander of her queensguard, the head of her army. He'd never accept staying behind. He'd always want to be in the thick of the action, streaking in front of the Targaryen banner. His mortality has come to the forefront in the last few months, forcing her to confront that possibility in ways she's never had to before. But she can't swaddle him like a babe.
"And what about you?" he ventures. "Are you nervous?"
"Yes," she admits. On this, at least, she can be honest. "It's so close now…"
"You'll do a wonderful job."
"I hope so. Sometimes…sometimes I worry I won't."
"Peace never comes in a day. Allow them the time to see, and they will."
She'd felt more comfortable in her position before Jorah's exile; she'd felt more confident with him by her side. She feels injected by his confidence once more. She can't lose that.
More importantly, she can't lose him.
"Whatever happens tomorrow, don't die." She says it without looking at him, keeping her gaze trained on the dancing flames.
The corner of his mouth quirks. "I wouldn't dare, Khaleesi."
Daenerys wonders if the flames can see the future after all. If the Red Woman was here, would she be able to tell her their fate? Would she see Jorah standing proudly at her back as she takes her throne?
They sit quietly by, shoulders brushing, until they're interrupted by Varys who tells them that Jaime Lannister is gone.