[ He opens his mouth respond, but as before, the light forms from the tips of her fingers and a sigh escapes him as she directs the flows of aether to where it is needed most.
At first, he simply closes his eyes, expecting to feel the ache wash away as she goes about her work, but this time, it is a little different. She warned him that it would be, but he was not prepared for the sensation that comes.
The muscles and tendons that were damaged by the knife are fully healed, of course, but they still remain tense and pinched. And although he is aware that her ministrations will only help, he cannot stop the almost involuntary reaction to the sensations of her fingers pressed against him and the flows of aether doing their work.
His vision tunnels briefly, darkening around the edges, and for just a second, he is back on that street, lying on the ground with the Count de Fortemps kneeling beside him. One hand moves to grasp the once injured area, but Alkaid's hand is already there, and his hand brushes against hers. It is that contact with her that brings him back to the present.
When Ishgard's healers saw to the wound, their goal was repairing the damage and seeing him back on his feet as quickly as possible. And of course, they succeeded, and he has never had even one ill thought directed towards them. They did the best that they could, and he reasoned that any lingering effects were just something he would have to come to terms with.
Fortunately, the kiss that she has planted against his cheek provides him with a distraction, something else to focus on besides the aching in his side. He tries to keep his voice from sounding too strained, but he is certain she won't be so easily fooled. ]
Of course I would. [ He moves his hand, lightly closing his fingers around hers, not wanting to disrupt her as she works, but the reminder that she is there with him helps ground him. His words are more clipped than he means them to be, but he does his best to rectify that with what he says next. ] I have never had anyone with whom to share my possessions or my living quarters, and...
[ He pauses then to draw in and then let out a breath before he continues. ]
To share that which I have inherited with another can only be seen as a good change, and a blessing as well. [ He gives her a warm smile then, and he gently squeezes her hand. ] For as long as you wish to stay, consider this room- even this entire estate, at your disposal.
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At first, he simply closes his eyes, expecting to feel the ache wash away as she goes about her work, but this time, it is a little different. She warned him that it would be, but he was not prepared for the sensation that comes.
The muscles and tendons that were damaged by the knife are fully healed, of course, but they still remain tense and pinched. And although he is aware that her ministrations will only help, he cannot stop the almost involuntary reaction to the sensations of her fingers pressed against him and the flows of aether doing their work.
His vision tunnels briefly, darkening around the edges, and for just a second, he is back on that street, lying on the ground with the Count de Fortemps kneeling beside him. One hand moves to grasp the once injured area, but Alkaid's hand is already there, and his hand brushes against hers. It is that contact with her that brings him back to the present.
When Ishgard's healers saw to the wound, their goal was repairing the damage and seeing him back on his feet as quickly as possible. And of course, they succeeded, and he has never had even one ill thought directed towards them. They did the best that they could, and he reasoned that any lingering effects were just something he would have to come to terms with.
Fortunately, the kiss that she has planted against his cheek provides him with a distraction, something else to focus on besides the aching in his side. He tries to keep his voice from sounding too strained, but he is certain she won't be so easily fooled. ]
Of course I would. [ He moves his hand, lightly closing his fingers around hers, not wanting to disrupt her as she works, but the reminder that she is there with him helps ground him. His words are more clipped than he means them to be, but he does his best to rectify that with what he says next. ] I have never had anyone with whom to share my possessions or my living quarters, and...
[ He pauses then to draw in and then let out a breath before he continues. ]
To share that which I have inherited with another can only be seen as a good change, and a blessing as well. [ He gives her a warm smile then, and he gently squeezes her hand. ] For as long as you wish to stay, consider this room- even this entire estate, at your disposal.