"How could I not think of you? You've filled my thoughts from the moment I first heard your cries," he replies, closing his eyes to remember her as a babe. "So tiny. You'd been so small, it was a wonder you could exist. You gripped my finger with a strength to rival any grown man in the Seven Kingdoms." His words slur together, though the memories of her birth seem to bring him a sense of joy, curling the corners of his lips ever so slightly. "They could not get you to stop crying one night, shortly after you'd been born. Nothing could bring you comfort, nothing could soothe you, not even Milk of the Poppy."
His mind is suddenly aware of the feeling of her hand in his, though it can't quite connect and understand its size in comparison to the small baby he's envisioning. His eyes flutter open, brow stitched together in confusion as he looks upon her face, searching.
"They placed you in my arms, and you settled down almost at once - I remember your eyes, how they looked up at me in a way no other ever could or has since ..." He reaches up to roughly brush the back of his fingers against her cheek, the weight of his hand and the lack of strength in his body causing his hand to fall back to the mattress with a thump. "Do I dream you now? I fear waking and the risk of losing you all over again." He tenses his jaw, hot tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. "I would have given my life to have saved you. They could have stolen the breath from my very lungs if it meant you could have lived." He falls quiet for a moment, studying her face, though it's clear his gaze is hazy and unfocused. "But I kept my promise. I kept my promise to you. At the very least, I did that."
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His mind is suddenly aware of the feeling of her hand in his, though it can't quite connect and understand its size in comparison to the small baby he's envisioning. His eyes flutter open, brow stitched together in confusion as he looks upon her face, searching.
"They placed you in my arms, and you settled down almost at once - I remember your eyes, how they looked up at me in a way no other ever could or has since ..." He reaches up to roughly brush the back of his fingers against her cheek, the weight of his hand and the lack of strength in his body causing his hand to fall back to the mattress with a thump. "Do I dream you now? I fear waking and the risk of losing you all over again." He tenses his jaw, hot tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. "I would have given my life to have saved you. They could have stolen the breath from my very lungs if it meant you could have lived." He falls quiet for a moment, studying her face, though it's clear his gaze is hazy and unfocused. "But I kept my promise. I kept my promise to you. At the very least, I did that."