[ The fact he is even attempt to convince her shows that something of Aymeric still lives on in his tempered state. He is never one for blind faith or zealotry, which perhaps is what makes him such a dangerous piece on the board. Even now he would see an alternate path found. That alone is cause enough to make her hope.
Her gaze never drifts to the side, but it s clear that she is mulling over his thoughts--simply not in the way he has phrased it. What if she could act on their side? Something covert, in the guise that she would join him in Ishgard. The Blessing of Light keeps her ever from being tempered; akin to a shield from Hydaeyln herself. However, she could make it seem as if she were willingly joining the side of Thordan. She and K'thisru. Just long enough to get inside the city and find Thordan... ]
What would I gain from it? [ Her eyes lock back to his brilliantly glowing ones. ] Ishgard would have peace... and her people safe. But, what of me? You know as well as I that I am not of Ishgard. Why would your God-King ever allow me to aid you, let alone live in the city afterwards? What of what I want?
[ He opened it as if it were negotiations after all.
The statement he makes next, however, truly catches her off guard. Her eyes widen at the words. It almost as if he had found a weakness in her own armor to plunge a knife into her heart. She does not let go of his hands, but she does pull back, if only so her shoulders might curl as if she has been struck. ]
N-no, I wasn't... [ Her voice trembles and water gathers in her eyes. Her own tail bristles in upset but it is clear there is sorrow in her expression and not anger.
She had expressed her upset at being unable to heal him at his assassination attempt, but never has she expressed what panic and hurt she had for being unable to heal his wounds from the Heavens Ward. Would there have been a point when he knew how upset she was at being bared from healing him? ]
Y-you went to attempt to speak reason with your father... and gave us no room to chase... t-they took you away before I--we could do anything... [ Alkaid's eyebrows knit then. ] Your father let them torture you--his only son! J-just because you... you knew... they would not let me heal you... either time...
You... you always find a way to serve Ishgard... but, please, Aymeric... let me heal you this once...
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Her gaze never drifts to the side, but it s clear that she is mulling over his thoughts--simply not in the way he has phrased it. What if she could act on their side? Something covert, in the guise that she would join him in Ishgard. The Blessing of Light keeps her ever from being tempered; akin to a shield from Hydaeyln herself. However, she could make it seem as if she were willingly joining the side of Thordan. She and K'thisru. Just long enough to get inside the city and find Thordan... ]
What would I gain from it? [ Her eyes lock back to his brilliantly glowing ones. ] Ishgard would have peace... and her people safe. But, what of me? You know as well as I that I am not of Ishgard. Why would your God-King ever allow me to aid you, let alone live in the city afterwards? What of what I want?
[ He opened it as if it were negotiations after all.
The statement he makes next, however, truly catches her off guard. Her eyes widen at the words. It almost as if he had found a weakness in her own armor to plunge a knife into her heart. She does not let go of his hands, but she does pull back, if only so her shoulders might curl as if she has been struck. ]
N-no, I wasn't... [ Her voice trembles and water gathers in her eyes. Her own tail bristles in upset but it is clear there is sorrow in her expression and not anger.
She had expressed her upset at being unable to heal him at his assassination attempt, but never has she expressed what panic and hurt she had for being unable to heal his wounds from the Heavens Ward. Would there have been a point when he knew how upset she was at being bared from healing him? ]
Y-you went to attempt to speak reason with your father... and gave us no room to chase... t-they took you away before I--we could do anything... [ Alkaid's eyebrows knit then. ] Your father let them torture you--his only son! J-just because you... you knew... they would not let me heal you... either time...
You... you always find a way to serve Ishgard... but, please, Aymeric... let me heal you this once...