"Feel what?" Feel the same things, as if the bond between man and wolf goes deeper than one could ever anticipate? "I've... I can't say I've felt what my dragons have. But there have been times where I've felt Drogon near. Or I thought he was. I don't think that's what you mean."

She doesn't want to be away from him. Not even to take a shower, which is ridiculous. She knows it to be true, even going so far as to mentally berate herself for such ridiculousness, but...

But she's slipping out of muddy, bloody clothing and kicking the pieces out of the stall, tugging at haphazardly braided hair that's half knotted. She doesn't wait for him to enter before she's turning the shower on at the maximum temperature and dousing herself with steaming hot water. She shudders beneath the stream--not a flood of water, but something stronger than the rain. It's hot enough to turn her skin pink, but it doesn't burn her.

She'll set it to a cooler temperature when he steps in and she hears the door slide shut behind him... and then he'll have an armful of Daenerys as she presses up to her toes with another shudder and hugs him close to her, her half unbraided and now sopping wet hair forgotten.

The heat strips away so much. Cleanses. She's not reborn, not like she would be in the flames, but it's close.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep him safe."