Alanna had awoken after her long needed sleep. She had eaten more food than she ever had in her entire life, taken a bath, and had been put to bed last night.

She had come from near death in the desert to finding Tyrion in Meereen.

She stretched, her body ached, and she was covrred in cuts and bruses, but she was still alive and from what the Measter could tell as he examined her yesterday so was her baby.

Alanna had been placed in Tyrion's room after the man had suggested it not wanting her far from him after everything that had happened.

She glanced around the room and noticed that the stone walls gave off a much different atmosphere than the ones at home. These seemed a sandy color and wasn't the usual grey rock texture that she was use to seeing.

Finishing up looking around the room she spotted a tray of grapes, cheeses, and bread laid out. She also noticed a jug of liquid, she hoped it was water.

Climbing from the bed that she and Tyrion had shared the night before she placed her bandaged feet against the ground and wobbled toward the chair and took a seat eating the food spread.

She savored the flavor of the grapes and cheeses in her mouth unlike last night when she devoured three whole birds and part of a rabbit. Pouring the water into her cup - Tyrion must have had it sent in for her - she drank it down making the bread go down easier.

As she sat there enjoying the food and drink the door to the chambers opened. She paused momentarily to see who it was that entered.

It was Tyrion.

He viewed her as he entered the bedroom. He still couldn't believe it if he had not seen her sitting there.

The idea of her still being alive even after the way that the slaver head explained the drop and the rocks and the way that she had fallen into the ocean he believed her to be dead. But that was obviously not the case for she was sitting right there in his chair eating the food that he had brought to his room that morning while she slept.

He gave a small smile as he walked down the three steps into his main room. He made his way over to the table and took a seat across from her. They looked at each other as they were silent in each other's presence.

Then Tyrion took her hand in his as he cupped her hand that was resting on the top of the table free of the food that she was eating.

She didn't bother to pull her hand away as she felt the top of her hand slowly. She looks from there joined him on the table top back up to his oddly colored gaze.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"Like I had been walking the desert for two days barefoot with no food or water."

She said with a small smirk turning the edges of her lips as she popped the grape into her mouth. Tyrion couldn't help but give a chuckle himself as he lowered his head for a moment and shook it.

"You know,"

He said lifting his head once again to look at her.

"Out of the two of us you had it probably the easiest."

Alanna's eyes widened and she looked taken aback but managed to find the humor in his tone.

"How so!"

She gasped as she swallowed the grape. Tyrion lulled his head a little back and forth to the side.

"Well, you weren't threatened to have your most intimate areas cut from you and sold as good luck charms at the market."

Alanna couldn't help but gawk and then laugh as she flung her head back. She couldn't believe it. Had the slave traders honestly believed in doing that to a person?

She stopped laughing and shook her head picking up another grape.

"Yes, well, you didn't hallucinate your entire dead family for two days while wandering barefoot and nearly naked through the god for saken place."

She said causing him to arch his brow and look st her oddly.

"No. No, I can't say I have..."

He gave her a concerned look and she shrugged. She wasn't going to show that it bother her, that was the last thing she needed to tell Tyrion. The last thing she needed him to hear was how one of the people she seen was his father and how the man tried to convince her that he loved her even after death.

"So, I see you managed to keep your head with Daenerys Targaryen. I certainly wasn't killed upon my arrival so that was a nice extra bonus. But, I've noticed we're not in a dungeon rotting away somewhere... what did you possibly say to her?"

"The truth."

Tyrion said as his thumb started rubbing circles around her hand. Alanna hummed and looked around the elegant yet extremely simple room.

"Does she wish to meet me as well? After all the wife of Tywin Lannister should make her hate me by association right?"

"Well, if she knew you were his late wife perhaps."

"What do you mean? I thought you told her the truth?"

Alanna questioned causing the man to look away quickly and clear his throat. He slowly turned his head back after a moment.

"Well, not on your relationship between my family... exactly..."

"Tyrion? What did you tell her?"

"Nothing yet! I swear I haven't said a word!"

He jumpped seeing her annoyed expression. She sighed deeply through her nose.

"In case you haven't forgotten Jorah knows who I am and he's in the service to Daenerys. "

"Oh, yes, about that... he's still not currently in her service."

Alanna gave Tyrion a confused look as if wanting an explanation.

"In had her exile him a second time."

"Tyrion!?"

She cried pulling her hand out of his hold finally and leaning back in her chair. Tyrion held his hands up in the air as if he was marked the bad guy.

"What! It was either that or kill him! Besides, exile isn't so bad, I mean look at us."

Tyrion motioned around the room.

"We're not doing so badly."

Alanna huffed and shook her head. She had figured out back when Jorah had undone her hands that there was some good in the man deep down inside of him.

"What was he even exiled for in the first place? Do you know?"

"He was one of Varys's little birds."

"You're -- you're joking right?"

"If only I were. Apparently from what I had learned from him he started out as a spy, but then gave his allegiance to Daenerys. She found out and wasn't happy at all."

Alanna popped another piece of cheese into her mouth and ate it as she listened to him. She sighed deeply through her teeth.

"Alright, so where's the queen now?"

"She's... she's gone."

Alanna arched a brow looking at the man with a questionable gaze.

"She's gone? Gone where?"

"On the back of her dragon off somewhere and she... she's left me in charge of Meereen while she's away."

Alanna blinked several times. Surely she hadn't heard him right? She shook her head and looked wide-eyed at Tyrion.

"Why would she leave you of all people in charge?"

Tyrion lulled his head around a bit and then raised his hand gesturing it around.

"Well, my lady, you've been asleep for more than half the day. A lot has... happened today. One of the things being I saved Daenerys's life."

Alanna leaned back in the chair. It was true she had been exhausted but to sleep for nearly half the day was unheard of for her. And the idea that Tyrion had saved the Targaryen woman - how she didn't even want to know - and she had placed him in charge was astounding.

"Tyrion.... I don't even know what to say..."

"Well, I suppose there's not much to say on the matter. Accept, it'd make things much easier on me if I had a little help."

"A little help? Help ruling a city?"

Tyrion nodded. Alanna leaned back in her chair even more, her back slouching against the wood. She placed her hand on her head and blankly stared at the wall across from them both.

"It's like your acting Hand again."

She said softly looking at him with a small frown. He nodded slowly agreeing that this was certainly seemingly a repeat from his past.

"I have no experience running a city, Tyrion."

"No, but father did make you Master of Laws, which in turn was just as good."

"I never even used anything to my knowledge!"

Alanna groaned placing her hands over her belly. Tyrion paused watching as her hands laid there upon her stomach. He sighed deeply and rose from his chair. Alanna watched him closely as he approach and placed his hands over hers.

He looked up to her into those breathtaking eyes of hers.

"You sat on the small council along side us. Along side the greatest rulers of Westeros. Not because your husband was Hand, but because my father knew you were fit for the job. My father was never a man to allow feelings to get in the way of business or family. We both know that. If he believed you were fit for the job then you were."

Tyrion said softly stepping closer to her as he now stood between her legs, his body nearly pressed against hers.

"Please, Alanna, help me show Daenerys that she can trust us. Help me run this city."

"You put far too much faith in me."

Alanna sighed deeply through her nose and closed her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them she removed his hands from hers. Tyrion sworn that he was going to be rejected, until she cupped the sides of his face and held him in a loving manner.

"Alright,"

She said quietly having a small spark in her eyes as they were locked in a gaze with one another.

"I will help you, because you helped me."

Her fingers brushed Tyrion's hair out of his face causing the man's eyes to flutter shut before he re-opened them, finding it hard to keep them open with her careful caressing.

"And because a Lannister always pays his debts."

She whispered the last part with a saddened frown.