[ Death, a seemingly permanent state, followed by an impossible resurrection and then strange effects, though whether this will be a permanent affliction or something that fades over time is a mystery Rhaenyra has not solved on her own. Jace had faced similarly, with unpredictable symptoms that had confused both of them, yet even he seems to be faring better than before.
Even as her mind continues to mull over next steps — and what a potential confrontation with Alicent may lead to — Daemon's subtle lean into her touch successfully draws her back to the present moment, to him. To them. ]
I will find a healer. You will rest.
[ Said in a soft tone, but one that brooks no protest from his side; still, she imagines he will feel marginally improved once he has bathed and attempted sleep, but she can at least summon Giles or one of the maids to provide him with something for his pain in the meantime, before the arm is seen to. Daemon's kisses elicit the barest smile, a brief but fleeting upturn at one corner of her mouth, and she lifts her chin to press her lips to his, once. ]
I am grateful for all you have sworn to me. More than you could possibly know.
[ It has not always been so between them, trust and loyalty, but it is present now, in every touch, every pause they take to reaffirm it. ]
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[ Death, a seemingly permanent state, followed by an impossible resurrection and then strange effects, though whether this will be a permanent affliction or something that fades over time is a mystery Rhaenyra has not solved on her own. Jace had faced similarly, with unpredictable symptoms that had confused both of them, yet even he seems to be faring better than before.
Even as her mind continues to mull over next steps — and what a potential confrontation with Alicent may lead to — Daemon's subtle lean into her touch successfully draws her back to the present moment, to him. To them. ]
I will find a healer. You will rest.
[ Said in a soft tone, but one that brooks no protest from his side; still, she imagines he will feel marginally improved once he has bathed and attempted sleep, but she can at least summon Giles or one of the maids to provide him with something for his pain in the meantime, before the arm is seen to. Daemon's kisses elicit the barest smile, a brief but fleeting upturn at one corner of her mouth, and she lifts her chin to press her lips to his, once. ]
I am grateful for all you have sworn to me. More than you could possibly know.
[ It has not always been so between them, trust and loyalty, but it is present now, in every touch, every pause they take to reaffirm it. ]
Let me run you a bath, husband.