He was bathed and while he didn’t soak for as long as he would have liked he was glad for the warm clean water and the idea of having a new set of clothes soon was a nice thought, though he tried not to get self-conscious  of his appearance around the unknown person, wondering how they would see the male Targaryen, he knew he was a bit more lanky than his sister and had lost just a bit of weight during his travel to Meereen and than he had dinner and it was just as their lunch had been, casual and informative.

And all too soon night came and so he fell asleep in what would be his chambers for the time being, the bed was a bit hard compared to what he had been used to with Illyrio but it wasn’t as bad as sleeping with the Dothraki had been that was for sure. In his sleep he dreamed of dragons and Dany, her descriptions of riding Drogon fuled his own dreams until in his dream he fell off the dragon, plumpeting and yet never reaching the ground and he woke with a start, feeling soft hands upon his face.

A mix of shock and fear in his eyes as they opened, his breathing hitched as he realized he wasn’t falling and he was safe and then closed briefly at the sound of Daenerys’s voice. “Dany” He spoke as he looked at her, noticing how she was dressed and the gown reminded him of one she wore back in Pentos. He sat up, the sheets falling away from his bare chest and he placed a hand on her face, touching her just to make sure he still wasn’t dreaming and his nightmare had turned into a dream.

She was here and he was awake, it was clear as he felt the warmth from her face and he placed a kiss on her cheek. “Good morning sister.” He purred as he slowly got up from the bed, his hand trailed off her face and down her shoulder briefly as he spotted a new set of clothes that had been set out for him and he slipped into them with ease, not bashing an eyelash at the fact he was changing, practically naked in front of Dany. “They fit perfectly…” He was amazed at how the fabric felt against his skin and how it was just right in the size after years of having clothing too tight or too big though the years.

“Have you come to wake me so I can meet your dragons?” He asked as he turned around to face her as he was done admiring his appearance in the mirror, fixing his hair and trying to decide if he wanted to braid it or not.