[ Many of their battles will be fought beside their fellow Scions as they charge into battle first. Heroes to lead the way and inspire the Alliance behind them. No doubt rests in her mind of what comes first when duty is at hand. However, she simply wishes she could be at his side more when his calls.

Her expression lights when he sits beside her. She had expected him to take to the couch or the chair. The floor and the ground are no strangers to her, even before her days as the Champion of Eorzea. Communing with the elements as a conjurer, or even camping with her sister to rid themselves of squabbling family for a brief time.

She moves herself to sit against his body, turning to him. The temptation to swing into his lap is always there, but if he is to summon those that care for the manor? It would be poor form and certainly lacking manners that so much of Ishgard prides herself on. ]

It would seem you have plans in motion, Ser Borel. A dinner after a walk seeing your celebrations? You must be aiming to spoil me.

[ The pendant is placed in her hand. Her fingers press against the blue gem nestled in the dragons hold and it comes to life in a brilliant white glow. With a smile on her face, she takes it by the chain and places it over his head, nestling it to gently rest around his neck. ]

It is a small protection spell, but can also alienate minor aches and pains. [ Alkaid raises her mint colored eyes to his blue ones. Her hand rests over the pendant.] The magick will fade in time and will need to be re-enchanted. But, this way, some small part of me may protect you while I'm gone.

[ The attached note said as much. Yet, somethings are better spoken than left simply to the quill and parchment. ]