[ Her eyes widen at the animalistic outburst, ears moving from being lifted to once again pressed to her head. She sits still for a moment, finding she cannot move even with her weight firmly planted. Whether it is fear for him or shock at the suddenness of how the primal took him. Even with her two-toned eyes wide, she does not move.
She puts more of her weight onto her knees and more force into her hands to keep his to the wall. Alkaid locks her gaze with his, a strong resolve yet gentleness trying to make contact with him. The lack of warmth in his voice is instantly noted and she dimly wonders if this is how his enemies precieve him. ]
In my present state, is it? What must I do to be able to help you? [ Her forehead still presses to his even if she has laxed the pressure. If nothing else? She has gotten him to speak to her.
Her forefinger raise to gently brush against his fingers as her voice lowers to softer tones. ] You are bleeding, Aymeric. Your body is bruised and unable to move as you need it. How can you ever hope to serve like this?
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She puts more of her weight onto her knees and more force into her hands to keep his to the wall. Alkaid locks her gaze with his, a strong resolve yet gentleness trying to make contact with him. The lack of warmth in his voice is instantly noted and she dimly wonders if this is how his enemies precieve him. ]
In my present state, is it? What must I do to be able to help you? [ Her forehead still presses to his even if she has laxed the pressure. If nothing else? She has gotten him to speak to her.
Her forefinger raise to gently brush against his fingers as her voice lowers to softer tones. ] You are bleeding, Aymeric. Your body is bruised and unable to move as you need it. How can you ever hope to serve like this?