[ His hand squeezes hers gently, ever so careful of the fact his hand must not be comfortable to hold. It certainly is unseemly. However, he wears the crystallization as a badge of honor. A mark of completing promises and obligations given to him.
The Exarch hums lightly at her statement. ] If you do not mind I share my opinion, and please pray tell me if this is overstepping boundaries. The Scions are wise in their fields of study, yet there is much for them to learn of the matters of the heart. Something that you, your sister, and the twins most certainly provide.
[ He listens carefully and nods. ] As it very well should. Your personal affections aside, Ser Aymeric remains a figure head of the Alliance. Should a primal wish to learn anything of defenses, all they must do is implore the enthralled. The whole ordeal must be taxing to your sister.
[ As he turns to face her once more, a tinge of pain shoots up his spine. His body straightens, including ears and hidden tail, before he quickly goes down to one knee. Now of all times? Alisaie was right. He does have horrible timing.
Lest she worry more, he holds his hand of flesh up and moves to sit with the leg that aches extended in front of him. Well, aches is quite the understatement. He can feel the crystallization travel downwards the back of his leg. The Exarch's breathing hitches for onlt a small moment before returning to normal. His ruby eyes open to hers and he gives her a strained tired smile. What she cannot see is the line of crystal that has begun to move down his leg. ]
I am well, Thisru, I promise. Simply a long waited reaction to the Tower. Rather, the Tower finally demanding fair compensation for the magick used to send the Scions and you and your sister home... [ The Exarch tilts his head backwards to close his eyes once more. ] It is hardly comparable to what you and Alkaid face, and I would not have you worry over it so at the moment.
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The Exarch hums lightly at her statement. ] If you do not mind I share my opinion, and please pray tell me if this is overstepping boundaries. The Scions are wise in their fields of study, yet there is much for them to learn of the matters of the heart. Something that you, your sister, and the twins most certainly provide.
[ He listens carefully and nods. ] As it very well should. Your personal affections aside, Ser Aymeric remains a figure head of the Alliance. Should a primal wish to learn anything of defenses, all they must do is implore the enthralled. The whole ordeal must be taxing to your sister.
[ As he turns to face her once more, a tinge of pain shoots up his spine. His body straightens, including ears and hidden tail, before he quickly goes down to one knee. Now of all times? Alisaie was right. He does have horrible timing.
Lest she worry more, he holds his hand of flesh up and moves to sit with the leg that aches extended in front of him. Well, aches is quite the understatement. He can feel the crystallization travel downwards the back of his leg. The Exarch's breathing hitches for onlt a small moment before returning to normal. His ruby eyes open to hers and he gives her a strained tired smile. What she cannot see is the line of crystal that has begun to move down his leg. ]
I am well, Thisru, I promise. Simply a long waited reaction to the Tower. Rather, the Tower finally demanding fair compensation for the magick used to send the Scions and you and your sister home... [ The Exarch tilts his head backwards to close his eyes once more. ] It is hardly comparable to what you and Alkaid face, and I would not have you worry over it so at the moment.