[ There was a chance the Maester might question it, but at the same time, the second round of bruising left it looking quite believable. Especially here where it's wet, slippery, and there are some vines around the area and in the water. There's also the fact that Viserys wouldn't question or look to close himself, more concerned for his wife's safety and the assurance that she'd be okay given rest and elevation of the ankle.

Truthfully, while the bruising and swelling look bad, the pain itself should fade in a day or so, he had tried to be gentle even in twisting it. It's his grip on her skin and the muscles that left it looking so bad.

Reaching, he runs a gentle thumb across her lower lip where she's worried and bit it so it's such a sight. ] Glutton for pain, my Queen, even when offered a reprieve of it in little ways. [ It's not chastising or surprised, but there's a softness to the words that says he was trying to save her some pain. To offer a shoulder, literally, to help with what she would have to go through.

Kneeling as he is, the knees and lower portions of his pants are now grime covered, and he shifts to settle the stocking and shoe in her lap before lifting her into his arms. ] Are you ready to go back? Or do you need a minute more to take a breath? [ She feels slight and little, even with the gown she wore, in his arms, legs up and over his arm to keep her foot elevated as he could while carrying her. ]

And no, we're not going to have you limp back to the entourage. There's nothing you can threaten to have me set you down verses carrying you back injured.