[ Her eyes graze over the plans. They are rough at best, but that hardly means the intent or their basis is wrong. She might suggest bolstering defenses of Ishgard, using dragoons as scouts, even setting a safe harbor for those who cannot fight. All spring to mind but are left unsaid when she sees the look on his face.
She glances to the fire still crackling. Then, she turns on the balls of her foot and walks to the couch. There is a bit of feline grace as she quickly sits down. Once more, her gaze locks to his and a hand raises in silent gesture. She bids him to join her. ]
It would be easier to stoke the fire here than from your desk, Aymeric.
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She glances to the fire still crackling. Then, she turns on the balls of her foot and walks to the couch. There is a bit of feline grace as she quickly sits down. Once more, her gaze locks to his and a hand raises in silent gesture. She bids him to join her. ]
It would be easier to stoke the fire here than from your desk, Aymeric.