Jorah listened, but said nothing. He limped slowly with Danaerys to their chambers. He waited until they were behind closed doors to show the true amount of pain he was in. He looked far older than his years as he moved to sit on the floor by the bed. He wanted to be close enough to get into the bed on his own if he needed. Missendi and Grey Worm were there with tools to help set his leg.

"What were his threats?" He asked her.