[ To Thordan's chagrin, the longer that he exchanges words with Alkaid, Aymeric seems to be reaching a state of calm. At the very least, his straining efforts to fight against the chains holding him in place have ceased for the time being. Still, the cuts on his wrists continue to bleed, albeit slowly now that they are not being further agitated.
It seems as though having something to think upon and negotiate, if that is what it is, has given him something else to focus on. ]
What would you gain from it? [ For the first time since he awoke in this cell, he smiles. As was the case with his voice, his smile is not his customary smile either. There is a hardness to it, a certain kind of edge that has never been present before. ] You will find yourself stronger than ever before, and your healing gifts will be more effective than they have ever been.
[ He clearly is not gifted in the healing arts, but in spite of the fact that Estinien did manage to overpower him and trap him in these chains, he knows that having Thordan with him has given him a greater strength than he has ever known. But it seems as though relying on brute force alone has not gotten him the results he wishes for, so he is relying on his words to navigate this present situation.
He watches closely to see her reaction to the words he threw at her, knowing that they were very likely to bring her up short. The smile he wears widens just a fraction but it does not remain in place for long, when something unexpected happens.
No sooner does Alkaid begin speaking of those events that happened that led to his being imprisoned in the vault than Aymeric abruptly stiffens.
An image not brought about by Thordan's influence has just burst into his mind... Or rather, it is a confusing blur of images: the Heavens Ward dragging him into the Vault, a fist traveling rapidly toward him to strike a blow, another set of chains encircling his hands, and at the very end of it all, a curtain of red flashing through the air as someone's blow draws blood.
For just a moment, rather than respond, Aymeric's eyes slide closed and all movement stills. Thordan, meanwhile, tries to force him to rally from whatever is causing his lapse into silence and stillness both.
But for all of Thordan's efforts, the combination of the overwhelming force of that sudden surge of memories and the lingering effects of Aymeric's wounds has temporarily rendered him motionless. ]
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It seems as though having something to think upon and negotiate, if that is what it is, has given him something else to focus on. ]
What would you gain from it? [ For the first time since he awoke in this cell, he smiles. As was the case with his voice, his smile is not his customary smile either. There is a hardness to it, a certain kind of edge that has never been present before. ] You will find yourself stronger than ever before, and your healing gifts will be more effective than they have ever been.
[ He clearly is not gifted in the healing arts, but in spite of the fact that Estinien did manage to overpower him and trap him in these chains, he knows that having Thordan with him has given him a greater strength than he has ever known. But it seems as though relying on brute force alone has not gotten him the results he wishes for, so he is relying on his words to navigate this present situation.
He watches closely to see her reaction to the words he threw at her, knowing that they were very likely to bring her up short. The smile he wears widens just a fraction but it does not remain in place for long, when something unexpected happens.
No sooner does Alkaid begin speaking of those events that happened that led to his being imprisoned in the vault than Aymeric abruptly stiffens.
An image not brought about by Thordan's influence has just burst into his mind... Or rather, it is a confusing blur of images: the Heavens Ward dragging him into the Vault, a fist traveling rapidly toward him to strike a blow, another set of chains encircling his hands, and at the very end of it all, a curtain of red flashing through the air as someone's blow draws blood.
For just a moment, rather than respond, Aymeric's eyes slide closed and all movement stills. Thordan, meanwhile, tries to force him to rally from whatever is causing his lapse into silence and stillness both.
But for all of Thordan's efforts, the combination of the overwhelming force of that sudden surge of memories and the lingering effects of Aymeric's wounds has temporarily rendered him motionless. ]