[ the exile knight's heart quickens as daenerys steps forward, her body no longer shielded by his. not that it would've done much good, mind you. if either one of them had been in range of viserion's and rhaegal's fiery breath the hot yellow-orange blasts blown out of their mouths would have been enough to cook the both of them alive, armor, clothes, skin, bones, and all. jorah swallows, resting the urge to shudder at the thought, lips and brows twitching with apprehension as dany approaches her dragons. ]
[ mayhaps they should have fed them first, gave them sheep and goats as a peace offering of sorts. beasts cooperate better on a full stomach. turning sideways, his gaze darting back and fourth between daenerys and the open entrance, jorah sucks in a breath, readying his voice to shout up a command for food to the eunuchs above. but then he the snap of strong jaws, a scream of pain, and the scuffle of feet as daenerys drops back, and the words die in his throat as he witnesses the end of rhaegal's attack. ]
Khaleesi!
[ everything becomes something of a blur, then. thoughtless, acting on instinct and instinct alone, the big knight darts forward quick as an arrow, grabs daenerys, and pulls her back to safety just before the large, scaled, fearsome beasts spit out a combined blast of burning flames … flames that would've consumed them whole had jorah spared a moment to think before acting. eyes brimming with worry, guilt settling in the pit of his stomach as he realizes he's the one to blame, one hand pushes back the damp silver strands from dany's face while the other slides gently under her wounded arm to hold it up for inspection. there's only one problem: in the dark it's difficult to tell just how badly daenerys is hurt. ]
I should never have— Forgive me, Khaleesi, I—
[ no, there will be time enough for apologies later. jorah glances upwards, hears the unsullied shout out words from above, but viserion's and rhaegal's ear-splitting screeches make it impossible to shout up a reply. jorah's mouth tightens. ]
We must leave. You have hurts that need tending to.
[ just in case she had any notions about staying and trying again. ]
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[ mayhaps they should have fed them first, gave them sheep and goats as a peace offering of sorts. beasts cooperate better on a full stomach. turning sideways, his gaze darting back and fourth between daenerys and the open entrance, jorah sucks in a breath, readying his voice to shout up a command for food to the eunuchs above. but then he the snap of strong jaws, a scream of pain, and the scuffle of feet as daenerys drops back, and the words die in his throat as he witnesses the end of rhaegal's attack. ]
Khaleesi!
[ everything becomes something of a blur, then. thoughtless, acting on instinct and instinct alone, the big knight darts forward quick as an arrow, grabs daenerys, and pulls her back to safety just before the large, scaled, fearsome beasts spit out a combined blast of burning flames … flames that would've consumed them whole had jorah spared a moment to think before acting. eyes brimming with worry, guilt settling in the pit of his stomach as he realizes he's the one to blame, one hand pushes back the damp silver strands from dany's face while the other slides gently under her wounded arm to hold it up for inspection. there's only one problem: in the dark it's difficult to tell just how badly daenerys is hurt. ]
I should never have— Forgive me, Khaleesi, I—
[ no, there will be time enough for apologies later. jorah glances upwards, hears the unsullied shout out words from above, but viserion's and rhaegal's ear-splitting screeches make it impossible to shout up a reply. jorah's mouth tightens. ]
We must leave. You have hurts that need tending to.
[ just in case she had any notions about staying and trying again. ]