Dany's POV
Falling. Looking up at Drogon.
That's all she remembered, then it went black- her mind was foggy. She felt like she was somewhat awake but couldn't make her body do what she wanted.
Drogon. Rhaegal. Where were her children. She knew they were near. Dany could feel them.
Jon.
She needed him, how would he find her?
Drogon. Bring Jon.
I need him, Drogon.
Please. Bring me Jon Snow.
She felt a warmth surrounding her.
Surprising.
Dany thought she landed in snow.
Why would she be warm?
Voices.
Faint, but there.
We can't just leave her here, Jon Snow would kill us.
Northern.
Well, what are we supposed to do? That thing won't let us near her.
Southern.
Her eyes flickered.
Something licked her face.
Her fingers moved.
A whine.
Her head hurt.
Hey- hey ginger, I think she's waking up.
She looked up and saw trees, and the sky- her body hurt. Dany was so tired, she had just woken up- but she was tired nonetheless.
A wolf came into her vision, the one with the red eyes. The one from her dream. He came towards her and licked her cheek, Dany smiled.
"Hey girl, you alright?" She heard the voice. It was real? Dany turned her head to look at him, the movement twisted her gut.
In very un-queen like fashion she blurted, "I think I'm gonna be sick.." The two men sitting next to her reached for her shoulders to sit her up. Away from her laying spot.
Dany threw up. Her head ached, and she felt dizzy.
"Should we lay you back down, queen-lady?" The man with crazy red hair asked her and she nodded- hoping it would stop the queasy feeling in her stomach.
The man with the scars got up and walked over to get a pouch, before handing it to her, "We would have tried to wake you earlier, but that mutt wouldn't let us get near you."
Her eyes moved back to the creature, "I can't shake this feeling that I know him…" Dany knew full well where she knew the creature from, but wouldn't admit that outloud to strangers.
"That there is Jon Snow's direwolf, Ghost, he's called. I met him up at the wall. Never seen him be so friendly with someone, other than Jon." Her eyes widened in surprise, both that this animal was Jon's and that this crazy eyed ginger knew Jon.
"I gotta tell ya, never was I so happy to see a girl's face- then that day you came and saved us with your dragons. Sandor was there that day too, I also never thought I'd be able to say I rode a dragon- but that shit happened! And whether people believe me or not- I'll tell every son of a bitch that until the day I die." As he said it recognition was triggered in her mind, that day had been such a blur- but she somewhat recognized this man. And was thankful that it was people she knew who had found her, rather than someone with a wicked agenda.
Dany smiled and closed her eyes at the man's funny words, Ghost laid next to her and she was thankful for the warmth. What were they doing? She needed to get home.
She moved to stand up, and almost fell straight over- before the man called Sandor caught her. "What are you daft, girl? You're in no condition to stand up, you can barely sit up without getting sick." She scowled at the scarred man for chastising her.
"No, I need to get back. They need me, Jon needs me." Her head pounded.
Sandor placed her down next to Ghost yet again. "At least practice sitting up before running away, you fool. What happened?"
"I stopped Drogon from burning Ghost," She ran her fingers through the direwolfs pelt before admitting to her embarrassment, "and I fell off."
They both laughed, before Sandor asked in a mocking tone, "You fell off? Fell off the dragon? Oh I wish I could have seen it…"
She rolled her eyes, looking up to the sky she saw that her dragons were back, and wished with all her might that Jon was coming for her.