[Men had been cruel to her, demeaning, none had ordered her in this was before. He had authority, barking at her as though she were one of his men. Even with her emotional overload, she could admire that leadership.
She shook her head, clutching his shoulders. What she wouldn't give for Ser Barristan, but Jon...Jon was doing what her Commander would do. He also would force the helmet into her hands.
Her skin was starting to break out into a rash, her face becoming redder.]
I'm not. [She was that little girl again, cowering before Viserys when the dragon came out. She had buckled and felt so tired, so drained.] What if I am not, Jon?
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She shook her head, clutching his shoulders. What she wouldn't give for Ser Barristan, but Jon...Jon was doing what her Commander would do. He also would force the helmet into her hands.
Her skin was starting to break out into a rash, her face becoming redder.]
I'm not. [She was that little girl again, cowering before Viserys when the dragon came out. She had buckled and felt so tired, so drained.] What if I am not, Jon?