[ The look in her eyes expresses that her mind is already decided on the matter. Even if they are simply flowers, or a blanket or scarf made for him to wear that mind remind him of her presence? Then, she will see to it. He is the one who must wait in silence and hope that she will return. In her mind, he is the one who needs the support while she is away and cannot give it herself. ]

The others may take to me sleeping in one of your shirts as something odd, given how large they are on me. [ She forces a smile in an attempt to make light of their situation. ] I would rather you at my side... but if I cannot have that, then I shall have to find something from home.

[ Her rational side, as always, attempts to tell her that the reaction she has is uncalled for and ridiculous. Aymeric is here and with her, no longer tempered, and she is not a world away. She shifts under him, her fingers moving from cradling his face to wrapping her arms around his neck. The tips of them move along the edges of his hair and down his neck, slipping under the neckline of his shirt.

She thought that he might pull away and attempt to turn things to duty or their mission. Yet, he continues, and a pleased sound comes from her. ]