[ Having expended what little energy he had on those three words, Aymeric remains silent, but he casts another look at Estinien and then at the food before he does as he has been told and reaches for it.
Alkaid's healing on his wrists has helped, but even as reaches for the food and begins slowly eating it, his hands begin to shake just a little, revealing the weakness that is still present there. But he manages as well as possible, and it isn't until his eyes land on the lance resting across Estinien's lap that he pauses, hands stilling as he warily eyes the weapon.
Again, unbidden, an image springs into his mind of Nidhogg being used to knock him against the cell wall, and then pinning him in place. He is not afraid of the lance, exactly, but his eyes widen just slightly, pointing to a lingering apprehension about having the lance used on him once more. ]
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Alkaid's healing on his wrists has helped, but even as reaches for the food and begins slowly eating it, his hands begin to shake just a little, revealing the weakness that is still present there. But he manages as well as possible, and it isn't until his eyes land on the lance resting across Estinien's lap that he pauses, hands stilling as he warily eyes the weapon.
Again, unbidden, an image springs into his mind of Nidhogg being used to knock him against the cell wall, and then pinning him in place. He is not afraid of the lance, exactly, but his eyes widen just slightly, pointing to a lingering apprehension about having the lance used on him once more. ]