[ Her lips press together further as her tail slightly bristles. Normal circumstances do not see her so upset at the fact the heads of state would be contacted by her fellow Scions first. However, they are not normal circumstances, nor are they aware that the Lord Commander and a Warrior of Light see one another so candidly. There is no reason to truly be angry at the circumstances as they might naturally follow. Yet, she finds herself upset that she was unable to deliver the news first hand to help ease his mind.
Alkaid is more than aware that all is not well. While he is certainly one to roll his thoughts over in his mind? He is not one to shut all else out and stand in the freezing winds. Her own ears twitch at the temperature, hair standing on end at it. Not that she will allow such a thing to stop her from making her point to him.
Her heart still flutters at the use of her real name. She may never be used to it coming from his lips. ]
Then, I shall have to keep you company as we sit in the dark. [ She squeezes his hands as if to punctuate her point. ] I can hardly sleep knowing that you are so restless.
[ She steps forward to close the space between them; dangerously close to the point he could feel her breath if she stood but taller than to his chest. Instead, she stares up at him with her mint eyes focused intently on him, and the ping tinged bangs rustling in the freezing breeze. The hand adorned by the ring of mastery and graduation of her school of magic lifts, her fingers barely able to rest on the side of his face. ]
I may not fully understand the life you had as a child, or even a young man, given our upbringings were so vastly different. I may not fully understand the depth of the pain you must feel at seeing Ishgard struggle so much in this day and age. But, you are not alone now. You've no need to face these trails, physical or made of the mind, by yourself. You are surrounded by those who not only respect you, but truly do care for you.
[ A bashful smile hints to tug at her face. ] And, if you so wish, you may count me in that group of people. If you cannot or will not share your troubles with me, then at least allow me to be at your side to support you.
[ Standing, sitting, laying down. It hardly matters to her. She cannot stand to see him so upset yet deny it entirely. ]
I'm not a daughter of Isghard... nor am I truly a citizen of your beloved city. [ Not yet, anyways. ] You've no need to always wear the mask and mantle of the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights around me. [ The hand still holding his squeezes it firmly then. ] If need be, then I will not be the Warrior of Light in moments like this--not a healer, not an adventurer. Only K'lantaa Pahsh.
...so, please. Let me help, Aymeric.
[ Her lips press together tightly as she stands rigid to keep her own composure. Perhaps she is being over dramatic in it all, but, she feels as if she is desperately attempting to reach out to him and pull him back from whatever thoughts must be swirling in his mind. She had once been bared from helping him when he was in need--and she will be damned if she is again without doing all in her power. ]
nope, straight to the matter, no messin around!
[ Her lips press together further as her tail slightly bristles. Normal circumstances do not see her so upset at the fact the heads of state would be contacted by her fellow Scions first. However, they are not normal circumstances, nor are they aware that the Lord Commander and a Warrior of Light see one another so candidly. There is no reason to truly be angry at the circumstances as they might naturally follow. Yet, she finds herself upset that she was unable to deliver the news first hand to help ease his mind.
Alkaid is more than aware that all is not well. While he is certainly one to roll his thoughts over in his mind? He is not one to shut all else out and stand in the freezing winds. Her own ears twitch at the temperature, hair standing on end at it. Not that she will allow such a thing to stop her from making her point to him.
Her heart still flutters at the use of her real name. She may never be used to it coming from his lips. ]
Then, I shall have to keep you company as we sit in the dark. [ She squeezes his hands as if to punctuate her point. ] I can hardly sleep knowing that you are so restless.
[ She steps forward to close the space between them; dangerously close to the point he could feel her breath if she stood but taller than to his chest. Instead, she stares up at him with her mint eyes focused intently on him, and the ping tinged bangs rustling in the freezing breeze. The hand adorned by the ring of mastery and graduation of her school of magic lifts, her fingers barely able to rest on the side of his face. ]
I may not fully understand the life you had as a child, or even a young man, given our upbringings were so vastly different. I may not fully understand the depth of the pain you must feel at seeing Ishgard struggle so much in this day and age. But, you are not alone now. You've no need to face these trails, physical or made of the mind, by yourself. You are surrounded by those who not only respect you, but truly do care for you.
[ A bashful smile hints to tug at her face. ] And, if you so wish, you may count me in that group of people. If you cannot or will not share your troubles with me, then at least allow me to be at your side to support you.
[ Standing, sitting, laying down. It hardly matters to her. She cannot stand to see him so upset yet deny it entirely. ]
I'm not a daughter of Isghard... nor am I truly a citizen of your beloved city. [ Not yet, anyways. ] You've no need to always wear the mask and mantle of the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights around me. [ The hand still holding his squeezes it firmly then. ] If need be, then I will not be the Warrior of Light in moments like this--not a healer, not an adventurer. Only K'lantaa Pahsh.
...so, please. Let me help, Aymeric.
[ Her lips press together tightly as she stands rigid to keep her own composure. Perhaps she is being over dramatic in it all, but, she feels as if she is desperately attempting to reach out to him and pull him back from whatever thoughts must be swirling in his mind. She had once been bared from helping him when he was in need--and she will be damned if she is again without doing all in her power. ]