Ser Aymeric. [ She smiles at him regardless, tail swaying side by side, betraying her attempts at being rather formal and hiding her emotions.
Her hands fold together in front of her as she begins to twist them in her nervous habit. The proper thing would be to simply see if he has settled well and leave him to his own given what will come in the morning. Even when she would far more gladly stay the night with him and simply be with him. Not as they were after the first attempt at the Conference--even if part of her always desires him. No, she simply wishes to be with him, hear his voice, and hold his hands. Alkaid motions to share just that when he is stepping back after declaring the state she is in.
Alkaid looks down at her soaked robes with a simple shrug. She has had far worse and has been in worse conditions. Although, she is certain that Aymeric would hear none of it, and slowly steps inside at his instance. Once inside her tail gives a gentle shake to free the water in it. The golden head ornament remains in her hair as she had quickly made her way to his quarters after the meeting. ]
This may be the wrong time to mention that I have slept in dirt, mud, and the snow. It's only water. [ Although it is clear she is uncomfortable in the heavy coat and the rest of the state of her. ] More importantly... now that we might speak openly... how does Ishgard fair? Your home, the staff... how have you been?
[ Her fingers continue to twist but her gaze softens. She has missed him a great deal and been unable to hear back from him in letters. Of course, he would not know where to send them as their mission had been covert. That is why she asks what she does at first. Now that she is no longer clinging to him on the verge of tears. ]
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Her hands fold together in front of her as she begins to twist them in her nervous habit. The proper thing would be to simply see if he has settled well and leave him to his own given what will come in the morning. Even when she would far more gladly stay the night with him and simply be with him. Not as they were after the first attempt at the Conference--even if part of her always desires him. No, she simply wishes to be with him, hear his voice, and hold his hands. Alkaid motions to share just that when he is stepping back after declaring the state she is in.
Alkaid looks down at her soaked robes with a simple shrug. She has had far worse and has been in worse conditions. Although, she is certain that Aymeric would hear none of it, and slowly steps inside at his instance. Once inside her tail gives a gentle shake to free the water in it. The golden head ornament remains in her hair as she had quickly made her way to his quarters after the meeting. ]
This may be the wrong time to mention that I have slept in dirt, mud, and the snow. It's only water. [ Although it is clear she is uncomfortable in the heavy coat and the rest of the state of her. ] More importantly... now that we might speak openly... how does Ishgard fair? Your home, the staff... how have you been?
[ Her fingers continue to twist but her gaze softens. She has missed him a great deal and been unable to hear back from him in letters. Of course, he would not know where to send them as their mission had been covert. That is why she asks what she does at first. Now that she is no longer clinging to him on the verge of tears. ]