[ He has fought and sacrificed as well. He has his own wounds and his own internal struggles because of it. Even more so, he had to order an end to the only blood relation he had. She knows that the Borels were truly his family and the parents he ever needed. Yet, she also knows that a part of Aymeric always wanted that connection to his birth father.
She smiles up at him and her tail begins to sway again. The possibilities, of course, are quite low due to their difference of race. Yet, she hopes that somehow, she might be able to at least give him a child one day. Alkaid has kept the thought to herself so that one day it might be a surprise for him. A chance to have a relationship with his own flesh and blood that he was never able to have with his father. She cannot heal that wound on his heart. Giving him a son or daughter is the only thing she might be able to do for that wound. Of course, she is aware it will never fully heal that wound or replace that longing Aymeric most certainly must have. It is also her duty as the future Viscountess of House Borel to provide an heir... isn't it?
Her gaze softens at his statement. She does not take it in regret, but instead, the gentle reminder that the manor is truly her home now. While using different names due to cultures, she is now a part of his clan and those of it have welcomed her with open arms. It strikes a chord deep down inside and she wishes that K'thisru might one day feel the same. ]
Then, I will certainly need to return home once this battle is over and Zenos is stopped. [ Her voice is softer and she takes a step closer to him. Of course, she had already wished to return to Ishgard, but now the idea is firmly planted in her mind.
There is a certain light in her eyes that comes to life at the news her letters were received. Not only that, but that he could see something of the world beyond Ishgard. While he may not physically go to those places? He can at least visit them in his mind. Relief passes over her face once more as she briefly nuzzles her nose against his wrist. ]
I believe I have an idea of how much.
[ For it certainly must be as much as she missed him.
She reaches up to remove the golden headpiece on her head and drop it on top of the off-white armor on the floor. Next, she removes the blue pleated skirt beneath her white slip and leaves it on the floor as well. Her boots can come off once she is sitting down. Her hands settle back to the sash of his slightly undone armor. Mint colored eyes flick up towards his to ask if she might help him out of the rest of his armor.
If they are to spend the night together, she would have them as bare as he would allow them to be. She would remove all her clothing down to her undergarments or even be entirely bare if he would wish it so far from their room in the manor. ]
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She smiles up at him and her tail begins to sway again. The possibilities, of course, are quite low due to their difference of race. Yet, she hopes that somehow, she might be able to at least give him a child one day. Alkaid has kept the thought to herself so that one day it might be a surprise for him. A chance to have a relationship with his own flesh and blood that he was never able to have with his father. She cannot heal that wound on his heart. Giving him a son or daughter is the only thing she might be able to do for that wound. Of course, she is aware it will never fully heal that wound or replace that longing Aymeric most certainly must have. It is also her duty as the future Viscountess of House Borel to provide an heir... isn't it?
Her gaze softens at his statement. She does not take it in regret, but instead, the gentle reminder that the manor is truly her home now. While using different names due to cultures, she is now a part of his clan and those of it have welcomed her with open arms. It strikes a chord deep down inside and she wishes that K'thisru might one day feel the same. ]
Then, I will certainly need to return home once this battle is over and Zenos is stopped. [ Her voice is softer and she takes a step closer to him. Of course, she had already wished to return to Ishgard, but now the idea is firmly planted in her mind.
There is a certain light in her eyes that comes to life at the news her letters were received. Not only that, but that he could see something of the world beyond Ishgard. While he may not physically go to those places? He can at least visit them in his mind. Relief passes over her face once more as she briefly nuzzles her nose against his wrist. ]
I believe I have an idea of how much.
[ For it certainly must be as much as she missed him.
She reaches up to remove the golden headpiece on her head and drop it on top of the off-white armor on the floor. Next, she removes the blue pleated skirt beneath her white slip and leaves it on the floor as well. Her boots can come off once she is sitting down. Her hands settle back to the sash of his slightly undone armor. Mint colored eyes flick up towards his to ask if she might help him out of the rest of his armor.
If they are to spend the night together, she would have them as bare as he would allow them to be. She would remove all her clothing down to her undergarments or even be entirely bare if he would wish it so far from their room in the manor. ]