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( Comfort. There hasn't been a lot of comfort in his life. Strangely, the most comfortable days of his life had been the emotionally painful ones growing up in Winterfell feeling alone even if he was still a part of a family. He wishes that Lady Stark had known the truth and that he wasn't a bastard, he was a nephew, and if she would have been kinder. Perhaps she would have.

Comfort had only come to him for a short while with Ygritte and a short while with Daenerys. Everything else has been war or fighting and he's fair sick of both. The idea of just being with someone that understands him and wants to take care of him warms his blood. She needs him, too. Jon thinks Rhaenyra will need someone to protect her and he's her family. He should do that. He turns his head a bit so he can kiss her thumb. )

I'll stay the night. I'm glad I met you, Rhaenyra.