[ Any intention of garnering an answer in any form leaves her mind as soon as she feels him stiffen. She ends the kiss, still remaining only a breath away as her eyes instantly find his. Her ears and tail stand on end in worry as it is plain to see that she fears she may have hurt him in some manner. When there is no sign of pain, she pulls back just enough to be able to look at him properly. She can tell that there is a struggle going on inside him, and once again wonders if she might be the best for him.

Her hand moves from the side of his neck to the back. The tips of her fingers gently brush at a tension point in an attempt to ease at least some of the pain that clearly there. ]

Lest you worry, Ser Aymeric. I've no intentions of leaving your side. [ She gives him a gentle smile. ] I will be here as long as I am needed... even if you no longer wish me here.

[ Then, she takes him in. His pale complexion and dark circles certainly suggest the stress on his body and mind. He certainly needs proper rest. More importantly, he needs food and water. ]

You need to eat, my dear. [ Try as she might, she is unable to refrain from calling him any nickname of endearment. ] And to have fresh water. I know you may not think you need it, or even want it, but you will.

Is there anything you would like to eat? You've never had food from Limsa, have you?