[ Without the words of reassurance she simply continues to blame herself. The whole of it could have been avoided if she had listened to her sister and her own heart sooner. Now, Aymeric and Ishgard are suffering for it. Some part of her feels if she can restore his aether flow and heal him, it might at least be some small way of repentance for the hurt inflicted upon him.

Her head tilts as she desperately tries to listen to the smallest hint of his aether. Estinien has certainly injured him, but, she can tell the dragoon held back. A frown forms on her face with the realization she will simply need to pick an injury and move from there. Perhaps the one that hinders his breathing? He then at least would be able to breathe and that alone would help him physically. Her hands come to a stop at his elbows as her shoulders sink further.

Alkaid finally forces her eyes upwards at him again to find him attempting to nod off once more. Her fingers gently brush along his skin to help encourage the notion if he so needs it. Then, his eyes meet hers, and the breath in her throat catches. There is no sign of recognition but instead concern, a trait as true to Aymeric as any of his bravery.

A smile is forced for his sake despite the tears threatening to form in her eyes once more. ]

I'll sleep when you do. That way, if you need me, you can find me.

[ She pulls away from him long enough to sit a little away to his side. A she places the pillow in his lap and then gently guides him to rest his head on the pillow. Once done, she once again drapes the blanket over his body. One hand rests in his hair while the other at his back. ]

When you've woken up I'll see to asking Estinien to bring us breakfast.