[ Alkaid's gaze wearily raises to the hand he reaches out with as he dreams. She moves to take it within hers, but stops short as she reminds herself how cold her hands are. Aymeric needs the rest and she does not wish to be the one to make him wake due to any alarming sensations. Instead, she gently moves his arm at the elbow to return under the blanket to keep warm. His moan feels like another dagger to her heart. What sort of healer is she if he is still in such pain and discomfort? She shuts her eyes against the tears in them and gently squeezes his arm instead.
His arm moves once again and she looks to see where he might be reaching out towards as he nestles further in her lap. She looks to the bars and the realizations settles in. Estinien. While part of her is glad that he does not seem to fear the m an he would call his best friend? Part of her cannot help but wonder if it would be better if Estinien sat with him instead of her ever increasing amounts of failures.
Alkaid swallows the lump of emotions in her throat and forces her voice to sound normal. ]
Good morning. [ She can't bring herself to attach a term of endearment. Not when she feels unworthy to give them as she does. Her fingers gently move up and down in one spot on his arm where she can feel a slight tension of the muscles. ] Estinien was here not too long ago... he said he's found a better place for you to stay. Perhaps it has a real bed you might sleep in.
[ Alkaid turns her head to the door and moves her hand away from Aymeric's arm. ] Estinien!
[ A moment later the dragoon re-emerges and enters the cell. He takes in the sight of the Warrior of Light before his gaze falls back down to Aymeric. He kneels then, Nidhogg at his back, and arm draped over his knee. It is easy to see the Lord Speaker needs food and water, and a better environment. H ad he not been sure Aymeric was incapable of harming another? He would not have insisted on a room for him. ]
Well, tis plain to see the sleeping beauty finally joins us. [ An interjection of humor to help raise the spirits of the two sunken moods in the cell. He shakes his head. ] I hope you have the strength to at least partially walk, Aymeric. I will not degrade you allowing the whole of Limsa to see me carry you through the streets like a doll.
The room isn't far, is it? [ Alkaid's tone has dropped considerably to almost a whisper, lacking in its normal convictions and confidence. ] I'm not certain he can walk very far.
All he need be able to do is move his legs. I will sport the rest of his weight. [ He looks back down to Aymeric and waits for the man to look back to him. ] Come then, Aymeric. Push yourself up the most you are able.
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His arm moves once again and she looks to see where he might be reaching out towards as he nestles further in her lap. She looks to the bars and the realizations settles in. Estinien. While part of her is glad that he does not seem to fear the m an he would call his best friend? Part of her cannot help but wonder if it would be better if Estinien sat with him instead of her ever increasing amounts of failures.
Alkaid swallows the lump of emotions in her throat and forces her voice to sound normal. ]
Good morning. [ She can't bring herself to attach a term of endearment. Not when she feels unworthy to give them as she does. Her fingers gently move up and down in one spot on his arm where she can feel a slight tension of the muscles. ] Estinien was here not too long ago... he said he's found a better place for you to stay. Perhaps it has a real bed you might sleep in.
[ Alkaid turns her head to the door and moves her hand away from Aymeric's arm. ] Estinien!
[ A moment later the dragoon re-emerges and enters the cell. He takes in the sight of the Warrior of Light before his gaze falls back down to Aymeric. He kneels then, Nidhogg at his back, and arm draped over his knee. It is easy to see the Lord Speaker needs food and water, and a better environment. H ad he not been sure Aymeric was incapable of harming another? He would not have insisted on a room for him. ]
Well, tis plain to see the sleeping beauty finally joins us. [ An interjection of humor to help raise the spirits of the two sunken moods in the cell. He shakes his head. ] I hope you have the strength to at least partially walk, Aymeric. I will not degrade you allowing the whole of Limsa to see me carry you through the streets like a doll.
The room isn't far, is it? [ Alkaid's tone has dropped considerably to almost a whisper, lacking in its normal convictions and confidence. ] I'm not certain he can walk very far.
All he need be able to do is move his legs. I will sport the rest of his weight. [ He looks back down to Aymeric and waits for the man to look back to him. ] Come then, Aymeric. Push yourself up the most you are able.