Daenerys POV
The north was a beautiful place, different than anywhere she had lived in all her years. Dany didn't count the trip to save Jon past the wall, that place will forever be the place her child was murdered. And she thought the north would remind her of her short time past the wall, but it surprised her how different these two places really were. Jon had said it was colder there than it was here, but all she had been filled with adrenaline that last time she had been past this place, she was so numb after Viserion's death- she could have been frozen and she wouldn't have felt it. But now she truly felt the cold as she sat atop the horse she had been given, and was thankful for the beasts heat that warmed her through and through.
"We'll make camp here, so set up your things for tonight." Jon looked over his shoulder before dismounting.
The rest of the group followed his lead, he was the only one with true knowledge and experience of the terrain and the weather up this far north. Dany looked up at the sky searching for her children who had ventured off on their own, when she looked back down to the ground she saw Jon there offering his had to help her down from the horse. She had vast knowledge of horses from her time with the Dothraki and could easily get herself down without the help of the northerner- but she let him help her anyway.
Jon looked at her and her heart fluttered, Dany couldn't help but compare him to her former husband and lover. He was different in many ways, she had grown to love Drogo but no matter how she tried to reason it- she had been sold to him. She had chosen Daario and had enjoyed his company in many ways, but when Tyrion had told her to let him go- it wasn't as hard of a decision as she thought it might haven been if she had been in love.
This Jon Snow had not shown any interest in her when they met, ans she had been angry with him from the beginning. Thinking he had no respect for her claim as Queen, she was livid. When she realized his allegiance lied with his people she felt a sense of respect grow for him, as she felt the similarities between them grow.
She was smiling up at him when she heard a voice, "My Queen, your tent." Jorah informed her as he guided her away from Jon. Dany went into the small tent and dismissed her shadow, Jorah.
She laid in her tent for close to an hour when she heard it, the screech of her children. Dany listened closely- it wasn't Drogon, no. No- it was Rhaegal, her child who was closest to Viserion. She knew he felt it the hardest as he was closer to him than Drogon was. Dany quickly clasped her cloak back on and ran out the tent searching for her child.
The screech was heard again to her right, she ran looking for him.
"Your Grace wait-" Dany didn't listen, she kept pushing on.
Finally she saw him, on the ground his tail toward her. she went to face him when she stopped dead in her tracks. There was her child, who had never really taken to anyone besides her, who had just lost her brother- letting Jon snow stroke him.
Dany almost cried out in joy, Drogon had already accepted him- now her recluse of a son came to Jon on his own with no provocation from her. If her children could accept him, than couldn't she?