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[jon is not small, but he allows himself to be pulled. there is something in her tone that reminds him of robb, and he can't help a small sad smile. he grips her arm briefly and lets it go, takes a small step backwards.]

You do me too much credit. I thought you were waiting to see if you could trust me.

[he thought she was taking kindness when it was offered, always ready to run or fight, like him and his sisters. he'd hoped she'd grown to like him enough to want him around. the idea that he has her trust already is a little shocking. after the betrayals he's experienced he's come to assume that nobody really trusts anyone without damned good reason.]

You have a good heart too.

[In truth, she still was. It would not do to be so upfront about it then -- but Daenerys was also not a liar, at least not when it came to people she kept close to her. Jon may not quite be at that level yet -- but he is closer than most. Not necessarily by her choosing, but because he and Sansa are the most familiar things here.

And she finds herself clinging.]

Perhaps. But, as I see it, if you truly wanted to do me harm -- it would have been much easier to do before I was able to introduce myself to others here. The rest, I hope, will come with time.

[She lets her arms fall and folds her hands in front of her. Jon pays her compliment (and in the back of her mind echoes: You have a gentle heart), and she lets her smile linger a little longer. She never knows how to receive those sorts of compliments.

After all, she always thought herself good and right, but she'd made mistakes before. They would be much more costly if she made them here.]

Time will tell.

['gentle' is not a word he'd used to describe someone prepared to end a friendship over a few bits of mistimed criticism. nevertheless her honesty is humbling, as is the trust she places in him. his mouth twists again, wryly.]

It's a long way from trusting someone won't go and stab you to trusting them with the rest of it.

[trusting them to do the right thing, and the smart thing--not to hurt you accidentally, or get themselves killed. to be there, to take care of themselves, to consider your feelings. there are few people jon trusts like that. perhaps that's unfair of him.]

I will try to trust you in all things, as I trust my sister.

[that trust did not merely come of shared blood and childhood memories but was earned several times over, on several worlds, in dreams. but there will be time. and perhaps dreams. he sighs.]

I'm ordering food. Is there anything you want to eat?

[scrolling future seamless now. he hasn't eaten in hours.]

Not when you are blood of the dragon.

[She meets his light jape with her own, following his lead in an attempt to lighten the air between them. As for the rest:]

I will not take offense if you do not. There are few people worthy of such in anyone's lifetime. I only ask that you trust that I know what is best for me -- unless I ask otherwise.

[Even the person closest to her, she did not trust in all things. That was what multiple advisors were for. That's what Tyrion Lannister and Asha Greyjoy were for.

When Jon speaks of food, she cannot help the slight spread of her smile. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, now that her anger was not there to keep her roused.]

It is a bit early for food, I think.

[jon smiles ruefully and gestures towards the bed.]

You can rest here for a while, if you're tired. There'll be fruit and honey out in the kitchen when it's light.

[maybe some toast or coconut based yogurt. he orders a tofu scramble and sausage from the local 24 hour diner and begins layering black clothes and swathes of fabric over the rug on the floor to sleep (so dany can have the bed).]

Edited 2019-06-14 18:26 (UTC)