Nodding, Dany follows instructions perfectly. She feels silly with her arm over her head, and hand on her shoulder. Carefully, she steps off of Erik's feet, worried she might hurt him.
"I can walk, most of the wounds are just flesh wounds, at least that's what we call it back home. I look worse than I feel, sans my arm." Her arm is bleeding, just enough to be bothersome. "Do they have Milk of the Poppy? We use it for pain." Dany wouldn't admit to being in pain.