His hand slowly but surely approached her face, and Jon Snow gently ran his fingers through her scaly skin and cupped her scarred cheek. The touch felt very warm and gentle. This was the first time she had felt anything through her scar, as the maester had explained to her that the skin was considered dead. As she looked at his face, Jon Snow's purple eyes held no fear or disgust; instead, they were very focused. The touch felt nice and pleasant, and she felt heat appear on her other cheek. Her whole body felt warm, despite the cold northern air. Gods, she was blushing.