dream a little dream of me? [locked to galahad timed for stark-wake up from homeplot]

[wokethedragon]

Dany was disoriented to say the least. She had spent four days trapped in Winterfell and at least two of them had ended with her in tears. It was like all seven hells at once and she didn't know what she had done to deserve it

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[sir_galahad_]

Galahad was in a light sleep, the sort that had taken him for no more than a few hours at a time as he watched over Daenerys. Some strange magic of a sort had taken half the compound to sleep, and there was nothing more Galahad could do than make sure she had water and was not disturbed. His uselessness aggravated him more than anything else.

His sleep was light enough to catch the smallest movement from Dany. He was awake and at her side in moments. "Stay still," he said softly, brushing hair out of her face. "You've been asleep for days." He reached for the waterskin by his side and held it against her mouth.

[wokethedragon]

Dany drank deep of it. She hadn't been so thirsty in over a year, but this was a state she had not forgotten. Hunger would be realized next, she knew, but right now she needed to bury herself in his arms.

She drained the skin, and took all her physical strength to sit up and pull him tight. "I thought I'd never see you again," she whispered, voice hoarser than usual, but not nearly so bad as it might've been. "I thought you were gone, that I'd-" and then his words caught up with her. "Asleep?"

[sir_galahad_]

Galahad held her gently, doing his best not to shake as he held her. "I thought you'd never wake," he admitted softly. He drew back to look at her, brushing a thumb over her cheek. He hadn't realized just how scared he'd been when she was asleep, never knowing when she'd wake, or if she ever would.

"Yes, asleep," he said with a nod. "It was another island affliction, about half this time. All asleep, not waking for four days."

[wokethedragon]

She sat there in disbelief for several moments. "A dream?" She licked her lips and tried to focus on all of this. It had to have been a dream which meant that none of it was real and thank Gods for that.

"It was so real," she whispered, voice dropping to match his. She did not bother to check the shaking in her hand as she cupped his cheek.

She had regretted not telling him so much while she was there. After all, how was he to find her if he did not know where to look? How would he survive if he did not know the hate that went with her bloodline? She kissed him once, needing to prove to herself that he was as real as she. "I need to tell you of the world I come from," she whispered. "I have lingered in the shadow of your trust far too long, my Knight."

It was possible that she was shaking even harder now as she thought on it.

Somewhere not too far away, Drogon thought himself stretching out in a feather bed only to find himself falling from a tree and into a pool of water.