[ Her gaze dips down for the briefest of moments. The Scions are ever apt to inform heads of state the latest of events that are of highest importance. Yet, she wishes that this time, she would have been allowed to inform him herself. With a frustrated sigh placed to the side, her eyes rise to meet his once again. There are no interruptions given as he struggles to place everything into the oh so careful words he always uses. She merely lets him say all he needs.
Alkaid's head tilts to the side at his statement. Her, resting? She certainly has expended no small amount of aether in healing the dragon. But, what of Aymeric? Who knows how long he has been out in the cold for with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. She carefully removes her other glove, the large ring still on her index finger. Her now bare hand reaches out to his other. Then, hers press his together between them. He may say he is fine all he wishes and that the cold does not harm his person. Her time as an adventurer and a healer knows far better than that. ]
Only if you allow me to add yet another condition--[ she gives a small smile, ]--that you must rest as well. Even if that means you rest with me.
[ How that might happen is left to his imagination. Although, she very much doubts his mind could spare the idle thought of something in lighter tone. The smile remains on her face even as she takes the few steps backwards to guide him away from his spot of solitude. She will lead the way if she must.
Then, stops short just a few steps from the turn of the corner. Her fingers spread to gently nudge between his as a way to ask permission. Though her sudden stop does make sure that they would be standing closer together. She waits until his full attention is upon her before continuing. ]
I do mean that seriously, Aymeric. [ No titles, no expected polite ways to address him. Just his name. ] If you are so intent on my resting, then I must insist as well. You've had a hard day as well, even if your natural inclination is that others had it far, far worse. Please, rest with me.
well aight she got to the point
[ Her gaze dips down for the briefest of moments. The Scions are ever apt to inform heads of state the latest of events that are of highest importance. Yet, she wishes that this time, she would have been allowed to inform him herself. With a frustrated sigh placed to the side, her eyes rise to meet his once again. There are no interruptions given as he struggles to place everything into the oh so careful words he always uses. She merely lets him say all he needs.
Alkaid's head tilts to the side at his statement. Her, resting? She certainly has expended no small amount of aether in healing the dragon. But, what of Aymeric? Who knows how long he has been out in the cold for with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. She carefully removes her other glove, the large ring still on her index finger. Her now bare hand reaches out to his other. Then, hers press his together between them. He may say he is fine all he wishes and that the cold does not harm his person. Her time as an adventurer and a healer knows far better than that. ]
Only if you allow me to add yet another condition--[ she gives a small smile, ]--that you must rest as well. Even if that means you rest with me.
[ How that might happen is left to his imagination. Although, she very much doubts his mind could spare the idle thought of something in lighter tone. The smile remains on her face even as she takes the few steps backwards to guide him away from his spot of solitude. She will lead the way if she must.
Then, stops short just a few steps from the turn of the corner. Her fingers spread to gently nudge between his as a way to ask permission. Though her sudden stop does make sure that they would be standing closer together. She waits until his full attention is upon her before continuing. ]
I do mean that seriously, Aymeric. [ No titles, no expected polite ways to address him. Just his name. ] If you are so intent on my resting, then I must insist as well. You've had a hard day as well, even if your natural inclination is that others had it far, far worse. Please, rest with me.