Her laugh is delighted, a girlish giggle over what he says. He missed her face. It's so ridiculous, and maybe she finds it funnier because she's so tired and it's so silly. But it's also sweet, and he's always been sweet. It's what she finds charming about him. It's what has her hugging him close, murmuring against his ear, "I missed you too."

She tucks her nose against the juncture of neck and shoulder, exhaling and closing her eyes. And with each passing moment, she relaxes further against him, until she forgets that her fingers are getting wrinkled, and that there is anything outside the two of them.

"He's a good man. I would like to help him with this, even if the magic I have is meager. He reminds me of ser Barristan, in some ways." She sounds sleepy now, mumbling against his skin. A span of time passes, one filled with steady breaths and heavy limbs. "I don't know if I'll be able to sleep, Jon."