[ Alkaid smiles gently at him, fingers slipping between his as his hand clutches hers. She hardly needs to attune to his aether to understand the meaning of the notion. A kiss is placed to their joined hands, her lips lingering on their digits. The arrant thought strikes her that seeing their hands entangled is an act that should happen on a daily basis. If she could only be with him as someone he would court, instead of their odd limbo of perhaps being together but not truly being as such.
The fingers at his scar spread out, moving so that her hand may gently rest against the site. She can feel that the contention inside has peaked and broken, finally allowing the muscles to relax. The aches are still present, but now perhaps due to fatigue of being tense for so long. Alkaid lets out a long exhale as she allows her whole hand to be enveloped in the green white tinged light. She gently massages his side with her fingers, channeling her own aether now into the site of the wound. She aims to further relax him and now ease his pain of all forms he is in. Now, perhaps, he might be more responsive to her healing with the wound -- metaphorically -- is open. ]
I know it is difficult to think that things will work themselves out... and that things certainly must be at their bleakest. [ She fingers continue to move side to side, her palm gently resting above his scar. ] Yet, deep down, past all this pain... is the hope you have for the city you love so much. There's the strength to see that hope manifest into reality... but we must get through the pain first with that strength...
Don't feel as if you are weak because you bleed, or because you are human. Understand that you are, and use that to your benefit. While your leadership is temporary... lead them with not just the stone and steel that Ishgard is made of. Remind them of the heart that beats behind the walls--your walls--and teach them the emotions that drive one to protect and fight outside of merely the loss, the suffering, the pain.
[ Her eyes half-open again once more, eyes going down to his with a gentle smile on her face. Her hand squeezes his as the other continues to gently rub his side. ]
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The fingers at his scar spread out, moving so that her hand may gently rest against the site. She can feel that the contention inside has peaked and broken, finally allowing the muscles to relax. The aches are still present, but now perhaps due to fatigue of being tense for so long. Alkaid lets out a long exhale as she allows her whole hand to be enveloped in the green white tinged light. She gently massages his side with her fingers, channeling her own aether now into the site of the wound. She aims to further relax him and now ease his pain of all forms he is in. Now, perhaps, he might be more responsive to her healing with the wound -- metaphorically -- is open. ]
I know it is difficult to think that things will work themselves out... and that things certainly must be at their bleakest. [ She fingers continue to move side to side, her palm gently resting above his scar. ] Yet, deep down, past all this pain... is the hope you have for the city you love so much. There's the strength to see that hope manifest into reality... but we must get through the pain first with that strength...
Don't feel as if you are weak because you bleed, or because you are human. Understand that you are, and use that to your benefit. While your leadership is temporary... lead them with not just the stone and steel that Ishgard is made of. Remind them of the heart that beats behind the walls--your walls--and teach them the emotions that drive one to protect and fight outside of merely the loss, the suffering, the pain.
[ Her eyes half-open again once more, eyes going down to his with a gentle smile on her face. Her hand squeezes his as the other continues to gently rub his side. ]