[b]With a nod, Daenerys pieced together her husband's order & poured out his water just outside the door before she came back inside & poured some of the wine into his cup. Handing him the sweetened alcohol, she knelt before him again, giving him an apologetic smile before her warm rag was placed onto his wound & she began to scrub it. She constantly mumbled apologies as her cloth scraped away the rot & puss, not satisfied with an area until it was pink & fleshy once more.

The khal was as strong as ever, if not moreso than she'd ever seen before as she cleaned this wound. Other than a few pained grunts or wincing, he was silent, even when she had to pull back skin to make sure she pulled out all of his infection. One the cleaning was finished, the hot water was poured from her bowl & wine replaced it, Drogo's cup being topped off as well. With shaking hands, Daenerys pulled her string through the wine, giving it more strength & the sterility of the alcoholic liquid. Dany certainly had never stitched a wound before, she'd hardly had much training in stitching clothes, but Drogo needed this to be safe again. & she would not be content until this wound was closed.

She held the needle over an open flame until it grew red and hot, then dipped it in the wine once more. Holding her breath, she threaded the needle, knotted it, and brought it to his open cut. It had started oozing again, but it was only clear fluid now, instead of the foul smelling pus. She glanced up at his face, and let him see her fear. The stitching was going to be far more painful, as necessary as it was.

"I'm so sorry, my Sun & Stars," she apologized once more, "You may want to bite into your arakh blade to keep from attracting attention from the other tents."

Without another warning to Drogo, Daenerys pushed the hot needle into his skin.[/b]