Strength? Daenerys blinked at him once, her eyebrows lifting as he cradled her cheek in his large, sword-hardened hand. She had never truly thought of herself as strong. Far from it. Most of the time she felt weak, weak and stupid and useless; Viserys made sure of that. Was that all strength was? No longer feeling so scared?

Taking a slow breath, she reached up and laid her hand lightly over the back of his...it was a pleasant touch, yes, but what truly made her stomach twist was the way he was looking at her. He seemed to be studying her in the same speculative way she was studying him. She didn't know why, but she liked it.

Hesitantly, she lifted her hand from his and let her palm rest lightly against his chest, laying her hand over warm flesh and hard muscle. Gods be good, was there a part of him that wasn't hard, or that hasn't been touched by battle?