I'm so sorry I've been absent for so long. I hope to get you more chapters without so much of a hiatus between each one. Anyway, here is a new one! Next chapter offers more action and the introduction of a show favorite, Daario Naharis.

The wound in his stomach had been large but Doreah had dressed it and stopped the bleeding as best she could. They set up camp not too far from the battle site, closer to the bay. Anyone not wounded tended to the wounds of those who were.

Daenerys sat in her tent by Jorah's side, watching him breathe shallowly on his bed mat; Ser Barristan stood nearby, leaning against the center pole of the tent, as he had been all night. Jorah was naked except for his breeches and the cloth that bound his wounds. The only sounds in the tent were those of breath and the wind blowing through the flap.

It was a long time before they had any reason to move. Dany and Barristan perked up as Jorah slowly stirred around noon the following day. His eyes opened and Dany squeezed his hand in her own. He smiled at her, trying to sit up on the mat. Dany pushed him gently back down.

"Vijazerat athhajar yeri, hlizif anni." (Save your strength, my bear.) Daenerys spoke in Dothraki so Ser Barristan wouldn't know what she called him and use it against him. She looked to Barristan and said, "Bring some water, please."

Ser Barristan nodded and left quickly. Jorah had closed his eyes again and Dany just watched him as he slowly breathed in and out. She said, "Jorah, wake up please."
"I wish to sleep, Khaleesi." He grumbled, but he opened his eyes after a moment anyway. "What can I do for you, my queen?"

She smiled sadly at him and said, "You can accept my thanks." He raised an eyebrow at her. "You ended the fighting, Ser."

"Anyone could have killed the khal."

She shook her head. "No, they couldn't have. Only a few in my army could have but you were the only one brave enough to take on the khal."

"Many of your Unsullied fought him before me. They were brave. I fought him to end the fighting. It wasn't bravery, Khaleesi; I did it for you."

"Water, Your Grace." Ser Barristan had returned with a pale of water.

"Thank you, Ser Barristan." Daenerys said as the old knight set it down next to her. He exited the tent as quickly as he had entered, knowing when he wasn't wanted. Dany dipped a cloth into the water and wrung it out. She ran it over Jorah's grimy, bloody skin. He shivered. "You have a fever, Shekh Ma Shieraki Anni."

Jorah looked at her queerly and it took her a moment to realize why; she had called him what she used to call Khal Drogo. It had slipped out, she hadn't meant to say it. She said, her head lowered, "Forgive me, Jorah."

"It is all right, my queen." Jorah said softly. He placed his hand on top of hers, on top of his chest. "You still grieve for your husband; time hasn't healed your wounded heart yet. Don't apologize to me."

She placed her other hand on his face and stroked his cheek. "I will do as I please, Ser. I am a queen."

He smiled. "As you should, Khaleesi."

Daenerys leaned over and kissed him, softly at first. But, with her eyes closed, her grief of almost losing him washed over her and she cupped his face with both hands, it turned into something with more passion.

"Khaleesi! Jorah needs rest. Time for that later!" Irri had entered the tent with bandages to change the dressing on his wound. Daenerys broke away from Jorah and walked away. Irri worked in silence as she redressed the wounds, applying pastes to the mangled flesh. Dany didn't look away from the wounds. She had to see what had been done to him. But when she saw the blackened flesh, she strained to keep her eyes on him.

Staring at one of the normal patches of skin on Jorah's chest, she asked Irri, "How is Rakharo?"

"He healed, Khaleesi. He save us. I be dead without him, Doreah same. He brave, Khaleesi." Irri said. Dany glanced at her handmaiden and saw a small smile on her face; Daenerys and Jorah exchanged looks.

"He is brave, Irri." Dany said, smiling. "I must speak with him and Kovarro. Treat Jorah."

She rose to leave and gave Jorah one final look before exiting the tent. The sun was high in the sky and bright; she shielded her eyes with her hand, looking around for her bloodriders. Ser Barristan had been standing next to the tent's flap and he stood next to her. She looked at him and asked, "Where are Rakharo, Kovarro, and Grey Worm?"

"Kovarro is being treated, Your Grace." Ser Barristan answered dutifully. He began walking toward one of the larger tents, she hurried to catch up.

"And Rakharo and Grey Worm?"

"With Kovarro." Ser Barristan said, nodding toward the tent.

She hoped that Kovarro wasn't grievously wounded; she didn't know how many more suitable Dothraki she had to appoint to the status of bloodrider. Most of her khalasar was dead or had abandoned her upon Drogo's death. She had maybe a dozen Dothraki or so left, and some of those were women and children.

The tent was full of wounded, healers, and the midwives. Her son was with Missandei and Dany rushed over to take the fair haired boy from her arms. His violet eyes were staring at her and she smiled, slowing walking over to what was left of her bloodriders, Missandei rising to follow her without a word. Rakharo stood next to Kovarro, who lay on a mat perfectly still, not showing any sign of pain. His eyes were open and he was chatting to Rakharo about the horse he had lost in the battle. Both men looked at her when she approached and ceased their conversation.

Rakharo pointed to the prince and said to his Khaleesi, "Khalakka haj." (The prince is strong.)

"Sek, Rakharo. Ven Drogo." Dany replied, smiling. (Yes, Rakharo. Like Drogo.) Rakharo nodded and put his hand idly on the hilt of his arakh. Dany smiled at him, thinking of Irri and her apparent feelings; she wondered if he felt the same. Putting aside her thought, she beckoned her other advisors to come closer.

"How do you propose we attack Yunkai?" Dany asked her bloodriders, Grey Worm, Ser Barristan, even Missandei. Missandei quickly translated the Common Tongue into Valyrian for Grey Worm then into Dothraki for her bloodriders.

"Kisha gorat, Khaleesi, mori ogat ven janos mori." (We charge on horse, Khaleesi, slaughter them like the dogs they are.) Kovarro said, his voice strong as he sat up with ease; his wounds didn't seem to bother him.

"Hazak mem vos villat." (That sounds unwise.) Dany said, her face expressionless as she looked at her injured warrior. Kovarro simply nodded and waited.

"Might I suggest something, Your Grace?" Ser Barristan asked, his voice breaking through the sudden silence.

"As you please, Ser Barristan." Daenerys replied with a small nod.

He cleared his throat and said, "Yunkai is a powerful city, they will have powerful friends protecting them. We should hire those powerful friends rather than defeat them. Why risk lives when we can add to our army?"

Dany considered it and asked, "You suggest we wait until we reach Yunkai to decide what to do?"

Ser Barristan nodded. "We will not know what we face until we see it, Your Grace."

Dany nodded and said, "Very well. That's what we will do." Missandei finished translating for Rakharo, Kovarro, and Grey Worm. Dany beckoned for her to follow and she left the tent with Rhaego cradled to her chest. They walked to a group of men sitting around a fire eating what appeared to be horse; of course it was horse. The Dothraki men looked up at her approach and greeted their Khaleesi.

"Malakho, hakelat ahna yer dothrakhqoyi Aggo affazolat." (Malakho, I name you bloodrider to replace Aggo.) Dany said to the older Dothraki man who held a trencher of horse meat stew. He set the trencher on the ground and rose to his feet before kneeling down on one knee and exclaiming, "Qoy qoyi." (Blood of my blood.) His head sank against his chest and his fist crossed his chest to pound against his heart once. He looked at her as he said, "Ahna asqoyi shafka vijazerat ma atthirar." (I vow to protect you with my life.)

"Ahna nesat vos yer ziyenelat anna." (I know you won't fail me.) Dany replied. The Dothraki warrior rose to his feet and Dany gave him one final look before departing.

"Why him, Your Grace?" Missandei asked when they were out of earshot and nearing her tent.

"I'm nearly out of options for bloodriders. He has been with me since the start." Dany answered before entering her tent. Missandei hesitated before following her through the flap.