[ Estinien would not blame him for such a coronation. Nidhogg--the wrym--brought untold suffering even if that, in the end, Ishgard was responsible. His essence crafted into a lance would only relate to further pain, regardless if Estinien had used the weapon against Aymeric or not.
Once the meal is finished, Estinien moves the empty dishes and tray away ad to communicate he will not push Aymeric further. He is free to rest as needed. And then, once his friend has fallen into slumber, he stands and moves to the front of the cell with the lance in tow. He leans against the bars and closes his own eyes with his thoughts until the gentle knock reaches his ears. A glance is spared to Aymeric before he quietly steps from the cell and removes the chair from underneath the door handle.
Unsurprisingly, Alkaid stands at the door, now in changed attire. Her hair braided over her shoulder and dressed in simple garb he can recall seeing in Ala Mhigo. In her arms are blankets and pillows even if her gaze is tilted downwards and her ears pressed to her head. ]
I take it to mean, then, that you will not be joining the Scions on whatever mission they require? [ His voice is low as not to disturb the man sleeping in the cell. Alkaid shakes her head gently at his question. ] Good.
[ Alkaid steps into the room of cells once Estinien allows her in. The brown flat shoes she wears now hardly make a sound as she comes to stand in front of the cell until Estinien opens that door as well. Her gaze sweeps over the familiar room to note that the food Estinien brought is empty. She looks up to the dragoon to see him not to confirm her silent question. A breath of relief leaves her and she presses her hands to her eyes to stop the tears that threaten to gather.
Finally, she steps quietly into the cell and makes her way over to her betrothed. She notes he has finally drifted off to sleep and another small breath of relief leaves her. She places the pillow to the side, regardless of how dirty the floor is, and unfolds one of the blankets. Then, she carefully drapes it around him as not to disturb him. Alkaid takes her place in front of him once more and drapes the other blanket over her lap. ]
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Once the meal is finished, Estinien moves the empty dishes and tray away ad to communicate he will not push Aymeric further. He is free to rest as needed. And then, once his friend has fallen into slumber, he stands and moves to the front of the cell with the lance in tow. He leans against the bars and closes his own eyes with his thoughts until the gentle knock reaches his ears. A glance is spared to Aymeric before he quietly steps from the cell and removes the chair from underneath the door handle.
Unsurprisingly, Alkaid stands at the door, now in changed attire. Her hair braided over her shoulder and dressed in simple garb he can recall seeing in Ala Mhigo. In her arms are blankets and pillows even if her gaze is tilted downwards and her ears pressed to her head. ]
I take it to mean, then, that you will not be joining the Scions on whatever mission they require? [ His voice is low as not to disturb the man sleeping in the cell. Alkaid shakes her head gently at his question. ] Good.
[ Alkaid steps into the room of cells once Estinien allows her in. The brown flat shoes she wears now hardly make a sound as she comes to stand in front of the cell until Estinien opens that door as well. Her gaze sweeps over the familiar room to note that the food Estinien brought is empty. She looks up to the dragoon to see him not to confirm her silent question. A breath of relief leaves her and she presses her hands to her eyes to stop the tears that threaten to gather.
Finally, she steps quietly into the cell and makes her way over to her betrothed. She notes he has finally drifted off to sleep and another small breath of relief leaves her. She places the pillow to the side, regardless of how dirty the floor is, and unfolds one of the blankets. Then, she carefully drapes it around him as not to disturb him. Alkaid takes her place in front of him once more and drapes the other blanket over her lap. ]