( Jon squeezes her hand a little when she talks about her mother and brother. Bearing children is a dangerous thing and the women in his life haven't had to do that except one, the most important one: his mother. )

My mother died giving birth to me. My uncle, the man who raised me as his son, he kept a promise to her to keep me safe. The birthing bed is something I don't know I'd ever want to put a woman I loved through. I wouldn't want to lose her.

( When she says she has a dragon, though, he feels as if a dark cloud has passed. He only got to ride Rhaegal for a little while but he'd loved every moment of it. It had been terrifying but good at the same time. )

My dragon was Rhaegal. He was Daenerys' dragon, really, but he let me ride him. She rode her biggest dragon, Drogon. Rhaegal, though, he was green and bronze. I was terrified the first time I rode him. I thought he was going to kill me. I think he was just trying to see if I was Targaryen enough.