[ As always, his smile widens and a nearly overwhelming flood of happiness washes over him. He loves her dearly, and upon every occasion that they are allowed to see each other, what with their own respective schedules, each one is filed away in his mind and heart as something truly precious and memorable.
His head tilts to one side as he watches the way her hands twist together, and a look of worry forms in his eyes. At times, he wonders if she truly is well, if all the burdens she has had to carry have left deeper wounds that are not so easily healed. And with those worries, he begins to wonder if he is truly equipped to support her, to be the partner that she needs. All he has to offer is his love, his home, and his very life, but is that enough?
Pausing to listen to her explanation that she has seen worse, and has slept in varying conditions of undesirable weather, he nods to show that he is listening, but then he shakes his head as well. He will not leave her to linger in those wet clothes, nor risk that she might catch a chill or something worse.
Before he answers her questions concerning the state of Ishgard, he moves to quickly take hold of the towels that have been left for his use. Holding them in one hand, with the other, he works to remove her coat that is already heavy but made even moreso with the water that soaks it. ]
I do hope that you will not mind if I ask you to remain here at least long enough for me to see you dry and warm. [ Once the coat is removed, he sets to work using the towels to dry her off. ] And I would be forward enough to suggest that perhaps you remain here for the night, as the storm is only growing worse.
[ He knows that such a suggestion may not be well-received, and if any saw Alkaid venturing to his quarters, surely the gossip mills will be active and turning in no time at all. But he cares little for the idle chatter of others or what aspersions they might make about his character.
He does, however, care about what they say about her, so no sooner does he make that suggestion than he retracts it. ] Nay, perhaps that would be unwise. I will not knowingly open you up to being the topic of conversation. But at least remain here until you have dried off, and then I will escort you to your quarters myself.
[ It is not what he wishes to do, and the look of desire to have her remain with him tonight is clear, but he must do what is right. ]
As for Ishgard, all is well. The people are working to restore their lives and their homes, and I would even go as far as to say that happiness is returning to everyone. And all is well at home and with the staff. I will make sure they know you have inquired about them.
[ Then, he uses one end of the towel that is rapidly becoming increasingly soaked to wipe away the droplets of water that are clinging to her face. ]
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His head tilts to one side as he watches the way her hands twist together, and a look of worry forms in his eyes. At times, he wonders if she truly is well, if all the burdens she has had to carry have left deeper wounds that are not so easily healed. And with those worries, he begins to wonder if he is truly equipped to support her, to be the partner that she needs. All he has to offer is his love, his home, and his very life, but is that enough?
Pausing to listen to her explanation that she has seen worse, and has slept in varying conditions of undesirable weather, he nods to show that he is listening, but then he shakes his head as well. He will not leave her to linger in those wet clothes, nor risk that she might catch a chill or something worse.
Before he answers her questions concerning the state of Ishgard, he moves to quickly take hold of the towels that have been left for his use. Holding them in one hand, with the other, he works to remove her coat that is already heavy but made even moreso with the water that soaks it. ]
I do hope that you will not mind if I ask you to remain here at least long enough for me to see you dry and warm. [ Once the coat is removed, he sets to work using the towels to dry her off. ] And I would be forward enough to suggest that perhaps you remain here for the night, as the storm is only growing worse.
[ He knows that such a suggestion may not be well-received, and if any saw Alkaid venturing to his quarters, surely the gossip mills will be active and turning in no time at all. But he cares little for the idle chatter of others or what aspersions they might make about his character.
He does, however, care about what they say about her, so no sooner does he make that suggestion than he retracts it. ] Nay, perhaps that would be unwise. I will not knowingly open you up to being the topic of conversation. But at least remain here until you have dried off, and then I will escort you to your quarters myself.
[ It is not what he wishes to do, and the look of desire to have her remain with him tonight is clear, but he must do what is right. ]
As for Ishgard, all is well. The people are working to restore their lives and their homes, and I would even go as far as to say that happiness is returning to everyone. And all is well at home and with the staff. I will make sure they know you have inquired about them.
[ Then, he uses one end of the towel that is rapidly becoming increasingly soaked to wipe away the droplets of water that are clinging to her face. ]