[ Given she is such the natural healer, giver, and career? She almost feels shy or unsure of what to do when he turns the tables so to speak. Part of her wishes to simply melt into him (which she finds herself doing more often than not), and the other part wishes to insist she is fine. In this instance, as same with her return from the First, she knows she is very much the opposite. Her heart still feels raw and tender; easy to bruise or strike at again. Her body feels cold inside and out due to her low amounts of aether. Even more so, she feels a worry that perhaps neither of them can truly heal from what King Thordan had tried to destroy. ]

Even in a room set aside for us, in a watch tower, facing the cold elements of Corethas?

[ The moment he touches her ear is when her whole body simply melts against his. Her eyes close and her ear twitches under his touch. The tension seems to almost roll off her, and she curls up into him--as a cat might. ]

... was there a time that I was only ever a useful healer to you?

[ There is a tinge of regret that strikes her once the words finish Tumbling from her mouth. Yet, she finds she must know. Were they words King Thordan placed into his mind to hurt her? Or, had he found something from Aymeric's past mindsets to weaponize against him? ]