[ She pauses the moment he flinches, eyes widen just a hair to watch what he does next. Alkaid smiles sadly the more he nestles into her lap. She realizes that he isn't quite listening to everything she is saying. Or, more accurately, maybe he cannot hear everything. What he seems to react the most to is her touch, and so she continues to move through his hair. Her hand once again comes to life in green and white light as her fingers shift back down to his wrist. ]
You said that healers were needed to help others back into the battle. I suppose that all I can do for you, my love, is to heal your wounds so you might return to the battlefield. Whichever one it might be.
[ Wherher it might be fighting King Thordan in his mind or to see him escape from the cell. She imagines the latter will not get him far, and she certainly would be berated by those around her for allowing him to be in a state where he might. ]
There's little else I can do for you. Always being whisked away to solve anothers problem. I have spent more time licking my own wounds my mind conjures for me and not enough on yours. It must make me a horrendous partner, and you certainly deserve a wife better than I. [ Then, her grip on his hand tightens slightly. She notes how he curls on himself as he shakes more in pain. ] Even then, I don't want to let you go. The thought of being unable to be with you or be your wife breaks my heart in ways no one else could. [ She pauses as her eyes narrow at the painful thump her raw feeling heart gives. ] I hope your father realizes I only wish to care for you; to be your wife and at your side. Maybe then he will relent in punishing you so.
[ Her eyes close as she focuses on healing the deep cuts on the hand in hers caused by his shackles. She can feel her own exhaustion tugging at her with the lack of proper rest, food, or water. However, she resolves to hold out a little longer. Once Estinien returns with food and she has made sure Aymeric can sleep? She will do the same. He has to live through this.
The fingers around his wrist start to gently rub at the area as she attempts to encourage his aether to move with hers. It may stagnate in time, but surely it could move enough to at least heal his wounds for now. Her head tilts towards their hands and she focuses on just that small notion. Perhaps if she can have his aether move the slightest amount, she may be able to have it move at the larger injuries.
An ear lifts slightly as she hears the door open and the sound of Estinien's footsteps and armor. The door to the cell moves. Her eyes only open once Estinien is beside them and she tilts her head up to look at him. Quite disgruntled by the errand, but he stands there over looking the two. Alkaid smiles as if proud she was correct that Aymeric would not hurt her. ]
Thank you, Estinien. Could you find blankets and a pillow? He needs proper rest and nights in Limsa can be cold, even if they haven't been. [ She does not stop to give the dragoon a moment to reply. ] And, could you help me sit him up to eat. I...
Am rather short in stature? [ He smirks at the red that takes her face. The food is set to the side. ] Aye, I can do that.
Be gentle, please, h-he can't support his own weight standing up. [ Alkaid cannot help the tremor in her voice as Estinien does as she asked. She hovers the entire time, hand moving from Aymeric's hair to brace him incase he slouched against the brick wall behind him.
Then, she moves to sit in front of him, hand moving to the side of his face to ease his gaze towards her if he can manage it. ] See, Estinien cares too, my love. In his own grumpy manner.
[ Estinien scowls slightly at his own expense and stands. For a moment, he watches how Alkaid frets over Aymeric, then how she untangles their hands to start preparing the meal that Alphinaud chose. She stays close enough so Aymeric might raise his hand again to touch her if need be. ]
The Scions have need of your presence, Alkaid. A meeting of what to do from this point on.
[ Alkaid does not moss a beat nor does she stop. Her eyes remain on the task in front of her--both of them. ] You can inform them that I am not attending. They can survive a meeting without one of the Warriors of Light. [ She turns back to face Aymeric again. Her head tilts to try and find his gaze once more. ] My place is here right now, with my lord-to-be.
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You said that healers were needed to help others back into the battle. I suppose that all I can do for you, my love, is to heal your wounds so you might return to the battlefield. Whichever one it might be.
[ Wherher it might be fighting King Thordan in his mind or to see him escape from the cell. She imagines the latter will not get him far, and she certainly would be berated by those around her for allowing him to be in a state where he might. ]
There's little else I can do for you. Always being whisked away to solve anothers problem. I have spent more time licking my own wounds my mind conjures for me and not enough on yours. It must make me a horrendous partner, and you certainly deserve a wife better than I. [ Then, her grip on his hand tightens slightly. She notes how he curls on himself as he shakes more in pain. ] Even then, I don't want to let you go. The thought of being unable to be with you or be your wife breaks my heart in ways no one else could. [ She pauses as her eyes narrow at the painful thump her raw feeling heart gives. ] I hope your father realizes I only wish to care for you; to be your wife and at your side. Maybe then he will relent in punishing you so.
[ Her eyes close as she focuses on healing the deep cuts on the hand in hers caused by his shackles. She can feel her own exhaustion tugging at her with the lack of proper rest, food, or water. However, she resolves to hold out a little longer. Once Estinien returns with food and she has made sure Aymeric can sleep? She will do the same. He has to live through this.
The fingers around his wrist start to gently rub at the area as she attempts to encourage his aether to move with hers. It may stagnate in time, but surely it could move enough to at least heal his wounds for now. Her head tilts towards their hands and she focuses on just that small notion. Perhaps if she can have his aether move the slightest amount, she may be able to have it move at the larger injuries.
An ear lifts slightly as she hears the door open and the sound of Estinien's footsteps and armor. The door to the cell moves. Her eyes only open once Estinien is beside them and she tilts her head up to look at him. Quite disgruntled by the errand, but he stands there over looking the two. Alkaid smiles as if proud she was correct that Aymeric would not hurt her. ]
Thank you, Estinien. Could you find blankets and a pillow? He needs proper rest and nights in Limsa can be cold, even if they haven't been. [ She does not stop to give the dragoon a moment to reply. ] And, could you help me sit him up to eat. I...
Am rather short in stature? [ He smirks at the red that takes her face. The food is set to the side. ] Aye, I can do that.
Be gentle, please, h-he can't support his own weight standing up. [ Alkaid cannot help the tremor in her voice as Estinien does as she asked. She hovers the entire time, hand moving from Aymeric's hair to brace him incase he slouched against the brick wall behind him.
Then, she moves to sit in front of him, hand moving to the side of his face to ease his gaze towards her if he can manage it. ] See, Estinien cares too, my love. In his own grumpy manner.
[ Estinien scowls slightly at his own expense and stands. For a moment, he watches how Alkaid frets over Aymeric, then how she untangles their hands to start preparing the meal that Alphinaud chose. She stays close enough so Aymeric might raise his hand again to touch her if need be. ]
The Scions have need of your presence, Alkaid. A meeting of what to do from this point on.
[ Alkaid does not moss a beat nor does she stop. Her eyes remain on the task in front of her--both of them. ] You can inform them that I am not attending. They can survive a meeting without one of the Warriors of Light. [ She turns back to face Aymeric again. Her head tilts to try and find his gaze once more. ] My place is here right now, with my lord-to-be.