[He keeps his back to the wood as much as possible. One hand wraps around his mouth to stifle any telling noise, lilac eyes stuck on bear paws and claws. All those sold swords he feared were upon him every moment in exile were growling around him, that's how absolutely horrifying this all felt. Like the Usurper was finally going to have the heads of the last Targaryen children — their guts and flayed skin, too.
He's full of hot air on a good day; this does nothing to make him any bigger. He is a thin man, with very thin skin in spots, and quickly pulls his legs up closer to his chest, turning himself into a ball. Eyes, again, focused on claws. Not the mirror that gives him away as he tries, very carefully, to begin a quiet crawl out of reach. A crawl that puts him right in that mirror. And of course the moment he notices the whole mirror set up has him making eye contact with Jorbear, looking for all the world like he's being presented with super fast melting Dothraki gold AGAIN.
Once more he is suffering BEARTRAYAL!
Jorah might have time for a swipe, a good one that catches skin with hair or clothing before the Luggage ruins everything. Truth be told, Viserys would much rather be ran over by a footed chest and left with bruises than he would suffer a Mormont-style mangling, so hey.
Making it out with some scratches and bruises is just fine with him.]
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He's full of hot air on a good day; this does nothing to make him any bigger. He is a thin man, with very thin skin in spots, and quickly pulls his legs up closer to his chest, turning himself into a ball. Eyes, again, focused on claws. Not the mirror that gives him away as he tries, very carefully, to begin a quiet crawl out of reach. A crawl that puts him right in that mirror. And of course the moment he notices the whole mirror set up has him making eye contact with Jorbear, looking for all the world like he's being presented with super fast melting Dothraki gold AGAIN.
Once more he is suffering BEARTRAYAL!
Jorah might have time for a swipe, a good one that catches skin with hair or clothing before the Luggage ruins everything. Truth be told, Viserys would much rather be ran over by a footed chest and left with bruises than he would suffer a Mormont-style mangling, so hey.
Making it out with some scratches and bruises is just fine with him.]