Even if we were in a...? [ She playfully catches on to his slip in tongue. Although, truthfully, she is curious as to what he did mean. Then, her head tilts against his neck. ] There is a room in the Manor that has a draft?
[ Admittedly, she does not know every room in the Manor. It is something she realizes she needs to address if she is to be the lady of his house. She does not wish to change it by name means; simply being out what she knows is dormant in the walls. A strong sense of love and duty that wishes to embrace and protect all within its walls. A place that wishes to be a home, not simply a place to sleep and eat in. She glances up at him, wondering if she should do anything to help, or leave the Manor as it is.
Her eyes close as she curls more into his arms. She had the suspicion that it was perhaps how his tempered state was trying to rationalize the feelings he had towards her, but unable to understand it through the haze of primal influence. The fact he could recognize her as Lantaa at all should be enough. Yet, her wounded heart wishes to know... ]
I thought not. [ A frown comes to her face at his question. How should she say what needs to be said without hurting him more? ] ...He made you say it.
[ Meaning, of course, she does not blame him nor hold it to his person. ] There ... [ Alkaid pauses then and uncurls her hands from his back. She raises them to rest on either side of his face, but does not wish to stop him from stroking her ear. ] Aymeric. Please. Don't blame yourself for any of it. It was not you as you are entirely. You were there as much as you could be. You told me you were there, that you were fighting, and that you loved me even with King Thordan trying desperately to pull us apart for his own wishes.
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[ Admittedly, she does not know every room in the Manor. It is something she realizes she needs to address if she is to be the lady of his house. She does not wish to change it by name means; simply being out what she knows is dormant in the walls. A strong sense of love and duty that wishes to embrace and protect all within its walls. A place that wishes to be a home, not simply a place to sleep and eat in. She glances up at him, wondering if she should do anything to help, or leave the Manor as it is.
Her eyes close as she curls more into his arms. She had the suspicion that it was perhaps how his tempered state was trying to rationalize the feelings he had towards her, but unable to understand it through the haze of primal influence. The fact he could recognize her as Lantaa at all should be enough. Yet, her wounded heart wishes to know... ]
I thought not. [ A frown comes to her face at his question. How should she say what needs to be said without hurting him more? ] ...He made you say it.
[ Meaning, of course, she does not blame him nor hold it to his person. ] There ... [ Alkaid pauses then and uncurls her hands from his back. She raises them to rest on either side of his face, but does not wish to stop him from stroking her ear. ] Aymeric. Please. Don't blame yourself for any of it. It was not you as you are entirely. You were there as much as you could be. You told me you were there, that you were fighting, and that you loved me even with King Thordan trying desperately to pull us apart for his own wishes.