She could hear the arrow make contact, tearing through Sansa's flesh. Dany pushed her forward, careful not to hit her shoulder, in an effort to keep her going at the same speed. She was injured, in pain, but if they slowed, only more arrows would follow.

Almost as though she willed it, she felt a sudden burning at her leg, an arrow punctured above her knee. She bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry out. Her speed slowed as she struggled to limp instead of run. "Keep going." Her voice was strained, struggling to draw on the adrenaline coursing through her. It was her only means to keep strong.

There was a sharp turn between two houses. Dany grabbed Sansa's arm, steering her out of his range. He already hit them twice, she wouldn't let him manage more than he had.