dany always found it in her nature to want to help people, to lessen their struggles and make sure they never went through what she had. when she saw cas in the diner alone, looking stressed, she took it upon herself to carefully approach him. she would have said hello anyway as she hadn't seen him in a while, but she slowly reached out to lay her hand on his as she sat beside him. "cas," she said softly. "are you alright?"

daenerys had decided to take a much needed walk in the park to relax from her busy day and hopefully relieve herself of her headache with a more quiet atmosphere. work had been busier than usual and reading and organizing files for the station eventually gave her an ache in her head. not that she usually minded it, but between handing out assignments and making sure everyone was doing their job, she was glad when she finally got to leave. with a yawn, the blonde sat down on one of the benches and rubbed her hands together, tucking them between her thighs to keep them warm before she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye approach and sit next to her. she looked over, offering dean a smile. " oh, dean ! " she said. " i didn't know that was you. how's that hand of yours been? "

dany plucked the cookies from the tray and quickly but carefully set them on a plate so they could cool off. “ alright, then. we’ll see them after our snacks. “ she hummed, smiling softly and leaning against the counter. she looked down at ghost and chuckled when he flattened his ears against his head, but sighed at jon’s question. of course, there were always things she did and didn’t love about england, but she knew she couldn’t let anyone know the truth about what happened before she left. not even jon. she couldn’t risk their friendship.” the architecture, the people, taking the train or the bus. though this change of scenery has been quite . . . refreshing. i think i needed this. “

" oh, " she hummed, looking around at the shelves full of books. she gave a simple nod. " a few decades . . . well, do you have anything about, er . . . old history of england? scotland, perhaps? i haven’t visited this library before, so i’m not exactly sure where to look. "

dany slipped into the passenger's seat and buckled her seatbelt before they got back on the road. she rubbed her hands together and attempted to warm them before she adjusted the fan so the car blew heat on her. " you and me . . . both. " she said slowly, settling into her seat. she was similar to arya in the sense that she preferred being out on the field actively doing something, but if her job called for some paperwork or files to be sorted, she supposed she wouldn't mind it necessarily. she huffed a breath and gave the other girl a look with a smile before she scrunched her nose and looked out the window. " i miss the summer, i miss the heat already. " she sighed. " i know i've got to supervise and give assignments for the day. should we need to send anyone out though, i'll be sure it's you. i know you hate staying behind as much as i do if we can help it. "

she lifted a brow and looked down as she carefully took his hand and let it rest on the counter. she unraveled the cloth and simply let it set underneath, gently spreading out his fingers to keep his palm exposed. " well, " she started, as she observed the wound and tiny bits of glass embedded in his skin. " i suggest we take this into the back unless you're fine with getting blood all over your counters. or do your customers fancy those kinds of thrills ? " she did her best to not touch the wound sites without cleaning her hands first, but let her fingers move his own apart instead. she kept her brow raised as she listened to him, throwing him a look as he spoke about his brother. she pulled back and stood up. " mm-hm, " she said simply. " i had a brother of my own yet somehow i was always the only one that ended up with a bruise. " she nodded towards his hand. " come on. we ought to get this taken care of, just lead the way. "

" i don't know . . . at the very least, find one that you don't need to use? " she offered in a teasing tone. " i have no doubt in my mind that arya would record it and send it to everyone she knows." she giggled at the thought and watched as he removed his sunglasses and the sheet from over his head. she lifted a brow and reached up to smooth down fly aways that curled and stuck out in different directions, even if he was just going to cover his hair again. she gestured his outfit with both hands and nodded, lifting a finger up. " oh, please, why would i limit myself to just one garden? " she smirked, " perhaps i even put their heads on a spike. "

when death paid for life, you emerged from the flames. you were the mother of dragons — the winged shadow came in threes.

daenerys turned her head to peek outside at the green and yellow pastures, now changing colors thanks to the fall weather. " i haven't gotten to ride in so long. perhaps after these cookies are finished, we head out to the stables. " she offered, giving him a look with quirked brows. she looked down to ghost again, who was now following her hand's movements in hopes that food was there to fall to the floor. " he can come too, of course. if he is allowed with the horses. " she gave jon a playful bump on the arm with her fist, just as the timer she'd set buzzed to let her know the cookies were done baking. " oh , speaking of . . . ! " she chimed, grabbing a  mitt to hold between her hands so she could pull the hot tray from the oven and set it on the counter. inhaling a deep breath through her nose, she smiled as the sweet smell of sugar and vanilla filled her nostrils. " you know, i do miss england sometimes." she admitted, looking over to him. " do you? "

" because i haven't been here ten minutes and i can already feel the sweat dripping down my brow! " she said, blinking as she reached up to gently press her finger against her eyelashes. " and i do hope my lips will stay looking like a heart by the end of the night and not . . . anything else. " she waved her hand in dismissal, mostly to herself, then nodded and proceeded to follow him further inside the museum, already feeling her stomach growl at the idea of food. " you should know that the snack table is the first place i'll go when it comes to gatherings . . . how were you this week though? work is well? "