[Daenerys yelped as her arm was jostled when he lifted her up. Pain shot through her arm and made her whimper. In need of comfort, in need of strength, she leaned into him, pressing her face against the warm metal of his armor. There was a burning heat that radiated through her skin where the dragon's teeth had made contact.]
[As he carried her out of the dungeon, all she could think about was how she didn't want him to let go of her. Being in his arms seemed like the safest place in the world.]
[As they left, the Unsullied heard Jorah's cries for a healer. When they saw the condition of their queen they bolted to fetch the healer. But Daenerys cried out in pain and looked up desperately to Jorah.]
Stop...stop, please. It hurts.
[Each time he took a step it sent pain shooting up her arm. The only comfort came in the way he held her and his scent, which was amplified by the way he was sweating from the heat.]
[She didn't blame him for her predicament. Daenerys needed to regain control of her dragons - she had tried what she'd thought was best. And it had backfired.]
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[As he carried her out of the dungeon, all she could think about was how she didn't want him to let go of her. Being in his arms seemed like the safest place in the world.]
[As they left, the Unsullied heard Jorah's cries for a healer. When they saw the condition of their queen they bolted to fetch the healer. But Daenerys cried out in pain and looked up desperately to Jorah.]
Stop...stop, please. It hurts.
[Each time he took a step it sent pain shooting up her arm. The only comfort came in the way he held her and his scent, which was amplified by the way he was sweating from the heat.]
[She didn't blame him for her predicament. Daenerys needed to regain control of her dragons - she had tried what she'd thought was best. And it had backfired.]