05x05, 'Kill the Boy'

He stares at his wrist, barely comprehending what he's seeing.

The grey, cracked skin. Such a small patch that it's barely visible.

A cancer that will eat him alive from the outside in.

Tyrion Lannister sits staring out across the water, drenched to the bone. Perhaps contemplating his own mortality? Oh, the irony.

Without turning, the dwarf complains, "I'm cold. How long are you going to dawdle? Your queen won't be pleased with her gift if I'm a decomposing corpse."

Jorah grits his teeth, wishing for a moment that he'd let the nuisance drown after all. "I'm going. Don't move."

"As much as I'd like to, I wouldn't last two minutes. I'm not very good at fighting. You're better than nothing."

Satisfied that the dwarf speaks truly, Jorah grunts and heads off into the small copse set back from the shore.

All the while, he is hyper aware of that patch of skin, tingling like a bite wound.

Now it's there before him, etched into his skin as a physical reminder: he needs to get back to Daenerys no matter the cost, one last time, in hopes that she forgives him.

He can die at peace with himself then.