+1 Dothraki horselord with an attitude.

[khalof_thedothrak]

[He doesn't say much but will now be staring intently at anyone he sees. This includes his mun, which he thinks isn't worthy of sharing a tent with him right now. Daenerys, you're the only one which has the honour of sharing a tent with him, being his khaleesi.]

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[joylesslove]

[The Doll says nothing in response. She's just sitting in the corner of the tent, staring intently back at him. There is no malice to her gaze, however. Just the blank, seemingly lifeless stair of a doll.

If it wasn't for her index finger, gently tapping on the floor, it would be hard to tell she was alive at all.]

[gelenka]

[Her breath catches and she stares at him, afraid to move lest he disappear.]

My Sun and Stars?

[khalof_thedothrak]

[Yes, it's him, Daenerys. He's just a little surprised to see you within this place, far from home. He will now be holding you close, proving that he is, indeed, alive.]

[gelenka]

[He's warm. Alive. Her arms raise, shakily, to hold him and she buries her face against his chest. Breathe. In, out, in, out...]

Hash yer dothrae chek?

["How are you?"]

[khalof_thedothrak]

[He wrapped his two strong arms around her and grunted in pleasure.]

Anha dothrak chek asshekh.

[I feel well today.]

[gelenka]

[Well. Alive. Heart beating and everything he should be. Daenerys rises onto her tiptoes and presses her lips to his lips, reaching behind him to touch his braid.]

[motheroftitles]

[She freezes, at first convinced that this is yet another illusion. Has she stumbled into some magician's trick?]

...My Sun and Stars...can it truly be you?

[khalof_thedothrak]

[He nodded softly and smiled upon the image of his wife standing in front of him. His hand went out to touch her face and was pleased that she was here with him.]

[motheroftitles]

[His touch sends a rush through her skin. Both her hands come up to frame his jaw and kiss him passionately.]

[Gods, how she has missed him!]

[khalof_thedothrak]

[He exchanged an equally passionate kiss and wrapped his muscled arms around her light frame and inhaling her scent. How he had missed her.]

Yer zheanae sekke, khaleesi. [You're very beautiful, khaleesi.]

[motheroftitles]

Yer chomoe anna, khal anni. [You honor me, my khal.]

[It seems like so long since she's spoken Dothraki - but the words flow off her tongue like water, and it's only too natural to press her face against his chest and take in his scent in turn, the heat of his skin.]