(Two moons since leaving to go to the Wall and a Moon and a half since the Long Night fell)
The Last River 301 AC.
Tyrion.
While the men rested at Last Hearth, he and Dany had brought the fight to the Army of the Dead. Lygaron and Ellanys both flying and laying down their flames and even though they had faced spears and ice arrows, at no time had they truly been in danger. How many they'd burned away was almost impossible to count and though it must be taking some toll on the Night King's Army, the numbers themselves never seemed to lessen.
Nor did it seem to slow them down any, the army just kept marching towards them and so they'd themselves had begun to march once more. He believed that they'd put perhaps as much as a week between them, though it could be less than three or four days. The idea that the dead didn't need to rest and so could march for a full day while they could not was never far from his mind. They had followed the river as Jae had told him to do, the Water Wizards thankful for that as it made them useful should they fall under attack.
Loras, Prince Garin, Ser Symond Templeton, Grey Worm, and Ser Bonifer all managed to keep the spirits of their men high and Dany's own was far better than they had been when he'd arrived. He knew that she missed her husband and longed to see him again and he too felt the same way about his wife. His nights especially making him miss the feel of her beside him and though he knew it would not be for another moon or so, he thought often about their babe too.
Despite knowing it was not to be and that he'd not get to hold his son or daughter in his arms for some time, a part of him had still almost believed that this would end far earlier and he'd be there at the birth. Something that was now not even a hope in his heart and he prayed that Arianne was surrounded by those who could give her what he could not.
"Tyrion." Dany's voice said loudly and he turned to look at his sister, the look on her face one that soon had him blushing.
"Forgive me, I was lost in thought." he said softly and she smiled as she reached out to take his hand in her own.
"You'll see her soon, Tyrion, her and my niece or nephew." Dany said and he nodded.
They were camped by the Last River and had spent most of the morning or night, as it was hard to tell which it was and mattered little in the grand scheme of things, flying over and laying down their flames. He looked to the meal he held in his hands, the stew now just warm instead of hot and before he could take another spoonful, Dany took it from him. His sister pouring it back in the pot and replacing it with a far hotter bowl which this time he actually ate.
"Thanks." he said as he felt the stew begin to warm him up.
"I do so myself you know." Dany said looking at him and yet beyond him too "Think on those not here and wish myself to be with them." she said wistfully.
"Aurane."
"Not just. Missy too and Jae, Aemon, Margaery, and Elia, all of them." she said and he noticed how she'd not mentioned Shiera, something she was doing more and more over the last few days.
"We'll see them soon, all of them Dany, Shiera too." he said and though she didn't respond, he was glad to see her not argue with him.
Sleep came far easier than it had his first few nights in this cold land, his body had quickly gotten used to it and now it barely bothered him at all. So much so that were it just a normal night and he here for a far more pleasant reason, then Tyrion felt he may actually come to like these lands. He missed the desert though, the cold winds that blew there at night were much different to the ones that blew here. Although perhaps it was who he shared those cold winds with that made him miss it so.
