[ She nods to his permission and also to what he had said. While all may not open their arms to them in Ishgard? Enough do that they can consider it a home. Of course, Aymeric himself also offered his home to them. She intends to accept his offer as far as he is willing to do so. While she has yet to say it and, perhaps she can never work up the nerve to do so, she loves him deeply.
Alkaid lays herself against him, her head resting against his shoulder. Her arm drapes over him as her hand rests on his healed injury. After a moment her eyes close and the tips of her fingers again light with a green light. They slowly move up, then down, to the side, then the other. She lets the aether be directed to where it might flow to where the muscles and tendons are still clenched and twisted. They healed the wound and damaged the repair... but she can certainly tell the difference in approach between the Gridanian Conjurers and the healers in Ishgard. ]
It's a painful ache, isn't it? [ Her voice is gentle to the point it hovers over being a whisper. An odd mixture of speaking to herself, to him, and perhaps to his aether as well.
The tips of her fingers glide to a certain point before stopping. Then, they press against the fabric of the shirt he wears to push into his skin. She can feel the tension knotted in this area, and her eyebrows knit together even as her eyes remain closed. ] It's a deep ache... right here... all of it centered in this one place...
[ Her mint colored eyes open halfway as she believes she knows why. It speaks of injury--perhaps the place the blade pierced through his armor and into his person. It would explain why the tension is so deep. The injury of course healed and was mended. But, she would not say it was done of a way the body might be encouraged to heal. Rather, perhaps forced...
Aymeric speaks again and it pulls her mind from the thoughts of following his aether. She raises her eyes to him, keeping her hand and fingers pressed into the area of tension. How he can manage to make her heart feel as if it melts is something beyond her. A smile spreads on her face before she leans up to gently brush her lips across his. ]
Sharing your home with me is one thing; would you truly desire to share your room? [ She presses a kiss to his cheek then as she tries to keep his mind occupied. There is no doubt that the fingers pressed cause discomfort and intensify his aches. Yet, she aims to remove the source of it as much as possible. ] I would stay here night after night as long as you would allow me to.
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Alkaid lays herself against him, her head resting against his shoulder. Her arm drapes over him as her hand rests on his healed injury. After a moment her eyes close and the tips of her fingers again light with a green light. They slowly move up, then down, to the side, then the other. She lets the aether be directed to where it might flow to where the muscles and tendons are still clenched and twisted. They healed the wound and damaged the repair... but she can certainly tell the difference in approach between the Gridanian Conjurers and the healers in Ishgard. ]
It's a painful ache, isn't it? [ Her voice is gentle to the point it hovers over being a whisper. An odd mixture of speaking to herself, to him, and perhaps to his aether as well.
The tips of her fingers glide to a certain point before stopping. Then, they press against the fabric of the shirt he wears to push into his skin. She can feel the tension knotted in this area, and her eyebrows knit together even as her eyes remain closed. ] It's a deep ache... right here... all of it centered in this one place...
[ Her mint colored eyes open halfway as she believes she knows why. It speaks of injury--perhaps the place the blade pierced through his armor and into his person. It would explain why the tension is so deep. The injury of course healed and was mended. But, she would not say it was done of a way the body might be encouraged to heal. Rather, perhaps forced...
Aymeric speaks again and it pulls her mind from the thoughts of following his aether. She raises her eyes to him, keeping her hand and fingers pressed into the area of tension. How he can manage to make her heart feel as if it melts is something beyond her. A smile spreads on her face before she leans up to gently brush her lips across his. ]
Sharing your home with me is one thing; would you truly desire to share your room? [ She presses a kiss to his cheek then as she tries to keep his mind occupied. There is no doubt that the fingers pressed cause discomfort and intensify his aches. Yet, she aims to remove the source of it as much as possible. ] I would stay here night after night as long as you would allow me to.