[ Even at night, the responsibilities of the Lord Commander and his ever loyal and ever present First Commander do not cease. They shall eventually, but that time has not yet come. There is much still to be done, not only this night, but for many nights to come. Ishgard is- Well, not entirely in upheaval, but much has changed and been turned on its head, and as far as Aymeric can tell, its people are looking for answers and explanations and trying to find a way to reconcile recent events.
He intends to be present every step of the way, to encourage the people and to see Ishgard returned to as close to a state of harmony as he can manage, by any means necessary. No personal sacrifice on his part is too small if it means achieving that goal.
Finally, after what feels like an entire day filled with meetings and papers and other documents to sign, he lays down his pen and looks to Lucia. ]
I believe you and I have done enough for one long day. [ He still has some affairs to see to, but she has earned a night's rest. ] You may retire for the evening, if you wish. I should think I won't be very far behind you.
[ In a manner of speaking. It is somewhat of a thought said in jest that he sleeps in these very offices, but of course that isn't entirely true. He has a place other than here where he goes to rest, but it can't be said that he doesn't spend nearly every waking hour right here. ]
Good night. [ He inclines his head to his departing First Commander, and once silence settles in the room once more, he surveys the remaining papers before him. They must be addressed this evening, but surely he can afford the briefest of respites outside the confines of this room.
With that in mind, he moves towards the doorway that Lucia just passed through, pulls open the door, and steps outside into the brisk air, letting the chill settle in around him. It does feel somewhat refreshing, after having been indoors for the majority of the day, and while he is accustomed to it, even he can still say that this weather is far colder than he would prefer.
It's while he's taking his momentary rest from his work that his eyes stray to one side, noting the various people going about their business before they return to their homes. He looks from one to the other, making note of each one, before his gaze finally lands on someone standing in the crowd but slightly apart from it as well.
Ah. He knows this one. She is not a resident of Ishgard, although at this point, she could be considered an honorary one. Why is she here? He can't help but wonder even as he hesitates, considering whether or not he should approach.
Perhaps he can inquire as to her well-being, and then let her go wherever her path was taking her. He steps a few paces closer and clears his throat. ]
ahh yes this gonna be good
He intends to be present every step of the way, to encourage the people and to see Ishgard returned to as close to a state of harmony as he can manage, by any means necessary. No personal sacrifice on his part is too small if it means achieving that goal.
Finally, after what feels like an entire day filled with meetings and papers and other documents to sign, he lays down his pen and looks to Lucia. ]
I believe you and I have done enough for one long day. [ He still has some affairs to see to, but she has earned a night's rest. ] You may retire for the evening, if you wish. I should think I won't be very far behind you.
[ In a manner of speaking. It is somewhat of a thought said in jest that he sleeps in these very offices, but of course that isn't entirely true. He has a place other than here where he goes to rest, but it can't be said that he doesn't spend nearly every waking hour right here. ]
Good night. [ He inclines his head to his departing First Commander, and once silence settles in the room once more, he surveys the remaining papers before him. They must be addressed this evening, but surely he can afford the briefest of respites outside the confines of this room.
With that in mind, he moves towards the doorway that Lucia just passed through, pulls open the door, and steps outside into the brisk air, letting the chill settle in around him. It does feel somewhat refreshing, after having been indoors for the majority of the day, and while he is accustomed to it, even he can still say that this weather is far colder than he would prefer.
It's while he's taking his momentary rest from his work that his eyes stray to one side, noting the various people going about their business before they return to their homes. He looks from one to the other, making note of each one, before his gaze finally lands on someone standing in the crowd but slightly apart from it as well.
Ah. He knows this one. She is not a resident of Ishgard, although at this point, she could be considered an honorary one. Why is she here? He can't help but wonder even as he hesitates, considering whether or not he should approach.
Perhaps he can inquire as to her well-being, and then let her go wherever her path was taking her. He steps a few paces closer and clears his throat. ]
Mistress Mercedes?