[She didn't push his hand away as he ran his thumb over her lip, but lowered her gaze instead. They had been bent over each other, but she was still hesitant to look at him with such a gentle gesture. Was she a glutton for pain? She had never once protested wherever her father sent her. She lower her guard against Rhaenyra when it should have been clear things could not return to normal. Now she was being pinned against rocks and being taken roughly out of a...what? Passing moment of madness? It may well be she was a glutton. It was difficult to truly argue with that.
He's quicker than she is and gathers her up in his arms before she can push him away. He was right, she was intending to limp back, if only to make her ankle swell all the more. Viserys wouldn't protest this action as much as others might, but it still felt unseemly, given all that had happened. Without control, she could only be lifted up with a sputter of protest. Little else would stop this.
Perhaps truthfully, she didn't want to walk back so far with a bloodied ankle.]
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Date: 2022-11-13 12:10 am (UTC)He's quicker than she is and gathers her up in his arms before she can push him away. He was right, she was intending to limp back, if only to make her ankle swell all the more. Viserys wouldn't protest this action as much as others might, but it still felt unseemly, given all that had happened. Without control, she could only be lifted up with a sputter of protest. Little else would stop this.
Perhaps truthfully, she didn't want to walk back so far with a bloodied ankle.]
It seems you give me little choice.