[ She walks in stride with him, not once letting go of his hand. His lack of response does not go unnoted by her. Normally he might even point out that there is hardly a line where the Lord Commander ends and Aymeric begins. Now, it is merely a gesture of not having the strength to debate one way or another. It causes her to worry more of what exactly turns in his mind now.
Alkaid steps into the manor and her eyes widen. In truth, she was not entirely sure what to expect. Perhaps cold and daunting walls as the rest of Isghard was. Instead the walls were a blue inviting warmth as opposed to cold and sadness. It feels empty and perhaps lonely, but, it is more of an undertone rather than the manor in a whole. She nods to the steward that receives them. Once more it dawns on her how much she is not of the culture of Ishgard. How polite should she be?
She moves to answer him when the steward offers a hand for the coat she wears. That is where she hesitates. Her hands slip from his to curl the coat around her more. She would not wish to distress Aymeric further. While the blood on the dress she wears is not her own, no doubt it would act as more of a reminder of the events that took place earlier today. ]
N-no, it is unneeded. Thank you for the offer. [ Her voice is soft and withdrawn at the notion and her eyes dart to the floor. No doubt her reaction will cause only more questions. Her sister would insist it is better to be upfront of such things. She, however, does not wish to upset the man she loves more than he already is. ] You don't need to take it...
[ The steward sighs and turns to Aymeric then. ] 'Should I draw a warm bath and dinner, Lord Borel?'
what if she just asked for intimate cuddle time >:(
Alkaid steps into the manor and her eyes widen. In truth, she was not entirely sure what to expect. Perhaps cold and daunting walls as the rest of Isghard was. Instead the walls were a blue inviting warmth as opposed to cold and sadness. It feels empty and perhaps lonely, but, it is more of an undertone rather than the manor in a whole. She nods to the steward that receives them. Once more it dawns on her how much she is not of the culture of Ishgard. How polite should she be?
She moves to answer him when the steward offers a hand for the coat she wears. That is where she hesitates. Her hands slip from his to curl the coat around her more. She would not wish to distress Aymeric further. While the blood on the dress she wears is not her own, no doubt it would act as more of a reminder of the events that took place earlier today. ]
N-no, it is unneeded. Thank you for the offer. [ Her voice is soft and withdrawn at the notion and her eyes dart to the floor. No doubt her reaction will cause only more questions. Her sister would insist it is better to be upfront of such things. She, however, does not wish to upset the man she loves more than he already is. ] You don't need to take it...
[ The steward sighs and turns to Aymeric then. ] 'Should I draw a warm bath and dinner, Lord Borel?'