[ His eyebrows draw together as his expression turns into a frown. Thus far, he has done as well as anyone could, trying to keep his tumultuous emotions from overflowing, but as he watches, eyes pinning Alkaid's coat with a pointed stare, it seems as though the dam is about to break. It seems strange that this should be what finally pushes him over the edge, but his attempts to hold it back are becoming increasingly less effective.
Finally, when she slips off the coat and his gaze falls on the blood that stains the dress, his hands clench into fists. Oh, he hears her explanation: it is not her blood, but Vidofnir's, but that does little to ease the storm that is presently gripping him.
Over the course of the Dragonsong War, so much blood has already been spilled, and Aymeric has witnessed more than his share of it. But something about seeing the consequences of Nidhogg's attack presented so plainly rocks him in a way he was not prepared for.
If he thought that he was having difficulty stringing sentences together earlier, now he cannot manage to give voice to words at all. Rather than attempt to speak, he moves to the chair across from where Alkaid is, and he all but falls into it. ]
yes, really~
Finally, when she slips off the coat and his gaze falls on the blood that stains the dress, his hands clench into fists. Oh, he hears her explanation: it is not her blood, but Vidofnir's, but that does little to ease the storm that is presently gripping him.
Over the course of the Dragonsong War, so much blood has already been spilled, and Aymeric has witnessed more than his share of it. But something about seeing the consequences of Nidhogg's attack presented so plainly rocks him in a way he was not prepared for.
If he thought that he was having difficulty stringing sentences together earlier, now he cannot manage to give voice to words at all. Rather than attempt to speak, he moves to the chair across from where Alkaid is, and he all but falls into it. ]