[ When he comes to a stop in her lap once more, guided by her hands lowering him back down, his eyes slide closed once more as if he used the last of his energy to try and wipe her tears away. He has not passed out, not again, but the most he can manage to do is lie there and listen as her words flow over him, as she recounts their first meeting and how she came to fall in love with him.
I love you, she said, and those words, more than anything else stand out in his tired thoughts.
A long sigh escapes him in response to her fingers winding through his hair, and as she continues speaking, a series of images flash into his mind: the Congregation where he used to spend so much of his time, the familiar halls of his home, and the sight of Alkaid standing in the doorway, lilies in her hands and in her hair, waiting for him with a smile on her face.
His eyes open once more, just in time to hear her describing her desire to travel and heal as she goes on her way, and although he does not attempt to rise again, he nestles himself more into her lap, as if to indicate that he wishes to be closer to her and to experience more of her healing as well.
Then, a look of pain crosses his face yet again as Thordan's rage spikes through him once more. But this time, even though he tenses up as the pain sweeps over him, all he can see is Alkaid smiling and holding out her hands to him. The feeling is brief, nearly drowned out by Thordan's hatred, but he feels an undercurrent of love sweeping over him, and for just a moment, he smiles.
But clearly, the primal in his mind has no tolerance for this, and Aymeric stiffens once more, moving to curl in on himself as pain lances through his head again. ]
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I love you, she said, and those words, more than anything else stand out in his tired thoughts.
A long sigh escapes him in response to her fingers winding through his hair, and as she continues speaking, a series of images flash into his mind: the Congregation where he used to spend so much of his time, the familiar halls of his home, and the sight of Alkaid standing in the doorway, lilies in her hands and in her hair, waiting for him with a smile on her face.
His eyes open once more, just in time to hear her describing her desire to travel and heal as she goes on her way, and although he does not attempt to rise again, he nestles himself more into her lap, as if to indicate that he wishes to be closer to her and to experience more of her healing as well.
Then, a look of pain crosses his face yet again as Thordan's rage spikes through him once more. But this time, even though he tenses up as the pain sweeps over him, all he can see is Alkaid smiling and holding out her hands to him. The feeling is brief, nearly drowned out by Thordan's hatred, but he feels an undercurrent of love sweeping over him, and for just a moment, he smiles.
But clearly, the primal in his mind has no tolerance for this, and Aymeric stiffens once more, moving to curl in on himself as pain lances through his head again. ]