[ His breath catches then as his churning emotions begin to swirl and threaten to overwhelm him. His mind is telling him to try and speak to her, to tell her that he is listening and still fighting to stay with her, and even as she continues stroking his hair and healing his injured wrist, he fights against Thordan's influence to do just that. ]
... 'kaid. [ His chest heaves with the effort, but all he manages to do is gasp out part of her name. It seems that he truly cannot speak, even if the will and the desire is there, and that realization causes his brow to crease and his eyes to screw themselves shut once more.
Even then, his hand never leaves hers, clinging onto it as though she is his lifeline, keeping him from drifting away from her as the struggle to hold on threatens to drag him away.
Oddly, something strange seems to happen then. The relentless assault on his mind abruptly ceases as the primal's voice fades away, and in the absence of pain, Aymeric's tense posture finally relaxes and his eyes slowly open once more. His aether moves, but not as freely as it should have, but with the primal's hold temporarily loosened, at least it shifts and does not remain stagnant. It may not stay that way for long, but at least for the moment, there is a brief reprieve.
Aymeric dimly registers the cell door opening and Estinien joining them inside, but their exchange is little better than muffled sounds to him, until he feels Estinien's hands on him, helping move him from his prostrate position to a seated one. If not for the solid brick wall behind him and for Alkaid's hands holding him up as well, he might not have managed to stay upright.
His gaze shifts then, aided again by her guiding touch, and he manages to fix his eyes on her briefly shifting once to look at the taller dragoon. If he could utter words of thanks, he would, but even if he could comprehend that thought, it slips from his mind just as quickly as it came.
And once again, as Estinien and Alkaid exchange words, the sounds fade in his hearing, try as he might to understand what is being said. The most that registers is a tone of disagreement from Alkaid, but even then, he can do little more than look between her and Estinien, as if he is still attempting to follow their conversation. ]
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... 'kaid. [ His chest heaves with the effort, but all he manages to do is gasp out part of her name. It seems that he truly cannot speak, even if the will and the desire is there, and that realization causes his brow to crease and his eyes to screw themselves shut once more.
Even then, his hand never leaves hers, clinging onto it as though she is his lifeline, keeping him from drifting away from her as the struggle to hold on threatens to drag him away.
Oddly, something strange seems to happen then. The relentless assault on his mind abruptly ceases as the primal's voice fades away, and in the absence of pain, Aymeric's tense posture finally relaxes and his eyes slowly open once more. His aether moves, but not as freely as it should have, but with the primal's hold temporarily loosened, at least it shifts and does not remain stagnant. It may not stay that way for long, but at least for the moment, there is a brief reprieve.
Aymeric dimly registers the cell door opening and Estinien joining them inside, but their exchange is little better than muffled sounds to him, until he feels Estinien's hands on him, helping move him from his prostrate position to a seated one. If not for the solid brick wall behind him and for Alkaid's hands holding him up as well, he might not have managed to stay upright.
His gaze shifts then, aided again by her guiding touch, and he manages to fix his eyes on her briefly shifting once to look at the taller dragoon. If he could utter words of thanks, he would, but even if he could comprehend that thought, it slips from his mind just as quickly as it came.
And once again, as Estinien and Alkaid exchange words, the sounds fade in his hearing, try as he might to understand what is being said. The most that registers is a tone of disagreement from Alkaid, but even then, he can do little more than look between her and Estinien, as if he is still attempting to follow their conversation. ]