[ Her eyes drop from his as her eyebrows furrow further. For one moment, he can see the woman beneath the handful of titles. One who is, while tired, far more frustrated that it seems the Scions can do naught without her and her sister present. Sometimes she wonders why they had to be chosen by Hydaelyn and not another set of adventurers.
Alkaid tilts her head down and hides her face between her arm and his neck. Perhaps she should not be surprised. There are wars on, with dragons and with Garlemald. Why would they not need her so?
Her hands curl into what fabric she can find of his armor. ]
I wonder if there will be a time when they do not need me.
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[ Her eyes drop from his as her eyebrows furrow further. For one moment, he can see the woman beneath the handful of titles. One who is, while tired, far more frustrated that it seems the Scions can do naught without her and her sister present. Sometimes she wonders why they had to be chosen by Hydaelyn and not another set of adventurers.
Alkaid tilts her head down and hides her face between her arm and his neck. Perhaps she should not be surprised. There are wars on, with dragons and with Garlemald. Why would they not need her so?
Her hands curl into what fabric she can find of his armor. ]
I wonder if there will be a time when they do not need me.