Inside the tent Dany found a cushion, soft silk stuffed with
feathers. She clutched it to her breast as she walked back out
to Drogo, to her sun-and-stars. If I look back I am lost. It
hurt even to walk, and she wanted to sleep, to sleep and not
to dream. She knelt, kissed Drogo on the lips, and pressed
the cushion down across his face.