She would say "free spirit", I would say stubborn spirit. I do my best not to seem as if I'm mothering her... [ Alkaid shakes her head then. She can only do what her sister will let her do of course. ] Perhaps a just a few blankets would do.

[ She falls silent for the few steps that it takes to reach the outside of his home--their home? She quickly takes to the first few steps, then turns to face him. It at least makes up slightly for their height difference and places her below his chin. Her hands leave his only so that she might give a tug to the blue sash across his formal dress attire. Before he can even lean in properly, Alkaid shifts her weight to the balls of her feet to kiss him. A deep kiss with little to no thought given that they are out still in public and any one person walking down the street may yet see them.

Then, she presses her forehead to his. ]

It would take time for a bath to be drawn. The fire may very well be the best place to start, Ser Aymeric.