@dragcnblocd continued from here:
How long had it been since Dany had a DECENT amount of sleep? Even she could not answer that truthfully. Now as she lay peacefully on the warm bed her slumber is DISRUPTED by another nightmare of losing those closest to her heart. Body writhing with discomfort as groans escape her. Suddenly she is being pulled out of the horror that played through her head, eyes as blue as the skies in Dorne look to the other. There is FEAR in them and Dany cannot resist the urge to hold onto Jorah as he saves her from the dream that haunts her.
She writhes. On bed, Daenerys thrashes over her blankets and a stream of too-quiet murmurs tumble from her mouth, her smooth forehead creased in tension and her face twisted as a sea of fear overwhelms and takes her, pulls her under. The death of Drogo, maybe. The sorceress and her blood magic. Doreah and Irri. Everything. Jorah nudges her awake, and suddenly, her eyes tear open.
"Careful now... Careful..." he eases, his voice low and rolling to a stop. She clutches onto him and her knight holds her arms, his presence steadying and warm. "Dreams, khaleesi... Gone as our days in Qarth."
She's safe now. Her nightmares can't follow her to the waking world.