Your mother did her best to turn you into me. Which, we both know was utterly pointless in the end. How dull would it be to have someone the same as I to grow up with? [ Teasing? She certainly can match the level of mischief with it. ]

The question?! Why would he--either ask or accept?! [ She is far from mortified, more confused on why her sister would even pose the idea. Surely there are better candidates Aymeric could have for a wife, the lady of his house, than her. She is an adventurer, a Champion of Hydaelyn, and a savior of Ishgard. Why would he wish ever for her to be more than a romantic interest? ]

He seemed... touch. Perhaps even wishful for such a thing. [ Her voice quiets slightly. ] Maybe if you stopped by in the morning with my things he could see what it is like to have the pair of us in close quarters?