Jorah hissed from the pain as his leg was set properly. His eyes flashed to hers with dark anger at the threat that was made against them. He felt his chest tighten as he knew that hisnleg would not be mended fast enough for him to try to stop Hannibal. He looked to her solemnly as he set his jaw. "We should wait. I don't know what the wraith King might have done to him. Let us wait and see if there is anything amiss." He suggested. At this pint a full attack would end in disaster for them. His men knew how the Dothraki fought, their techniques and strategies no longer held an element of surprise.