[ Alkaid forces a smile for him once he looks up to her. She is very distressed, most certainly a word beyond distressed, but there is little to do for it. The state of her own heart and her mind are a necessary burden to have for her to remain at his side in this moment. If she can help him now, then when the cure is administered... It will all be worth it.
Her cold hand squeezes his then. All she wishes for is that once this ordeal is finished that he does not leave her. Mayhap due to him feeling as if she is better off without him or the notion that she had failed him one too many times.
She bites back the words that almost spring from her: Don't leave me, please. Don't go to places I can't follow. They were words she has said before and words she feels she has no place to ask. She is the on who leaves for places he cannot go. How could she ask him not to do the same? ]
I will see to bringing the pair of you something to eat. [ Estinien only speaks up to announce his leave. Emotional scenes are far from his place. That, and he would not have it said he could not help a Warrior of Light if she broke. ] You may need to tell him to eat. Otherwise he might insist you do instead.
[ Alkaid nods as Estinein leaves and her gaze drops to Aymeric once more. She forces another smile for him. ]
I know it was quite the long walk. You must be tired after it. [ Her free hand raises to gently brush his bangs to the side. A small tremor is there, worried that any touch from her may cause King Thordan to strike and weaken Aymeric further. ] Once you've eaten, I'll help you with a bath, and then you can rest all you need.
[ She leans forward to slightly brush her lips to his forehead once more. There, she remains for a moment, for her heart gives a painful beat. For all the comfort she gives? She cannot help but miss the comfort he gave her. Curling up into his arms and listening to his breathing or as he spoke of things to calm her. Alkaid gives a sharp inhale and presses it down.
Now is not the time. He needs her to guide him, not to weep. ]
It is a foggy and cold morning, isn't it? Let me fetch a blanket. One that isn't covered with dirt.
[ She squeezes his hand again before pulling away. A smile is on her face for him, and she moves slower than she might so he can see where she goes. First, she closes the curtains on the windows, knowing that once it gets brighter his eyes have to adjust go it. Then, she opens a door and then two to note where the bath is. Once she is satisfied with those, she enters the bedroom.
It most certainly is a display of craftsmanship. The best, she supposes, for the diplomatic relations.
She takes a spare blanket from the edge of the bed and quickly returns to Aymeric's side. Then, she moves in front of him, and drapes it over his shoulders so it might cascade around him. It is only after then does she kneel in front of him with her hands resting in her lap. ]
Is there anything you need that I might be able to help with until Estinien arrives? ...anything you might need me to do for you?
[ There must be something other than healing his wounds she can do for him. Even if all she has done had never truly lived up to the standards of being his betrothed or future wife. Being here for him now surely does not count in making up for all the times she was not there.
Her hand hesitantly raises to rest on his knee as she waits for any sort of an answer. ]
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Her cold hand squeezes his then. All she wishes for is that once this ordeal is finished that he does not leave her. Mayhap due to him feeling as if she is better off without him or the notion that she had failed him one too many times.
She bites back the words that almost spring from her: Don't leave me, please. Don't go to places I can't follow. They were words she has said before and words she feels she has no place to ask. She is the on who leaves for places he cannot go. How could she ask him not to do the same? ]
I will see to bringing the pair of you something to eat. [ Estinien only speaks up to announce his leave. Emotional scenes are far from his place. That, and he would not have it said he could not help a Warrior of Light if she broke. ] You may need to tell him to eat. Otherwise he might insist you do instead.
[ Alkaid nods as Estinein leaves and her gaze drops to Aymeric once more. She forces another smile for him. ]
I know it was quite the long walk. You must be tired after it. [ Her free hand raises to gently brush his bangs to the side. A small tremor is there, worried that any touch from her may cause King Thordan to strike and weaken Aymeric further. ] Once you've eaten, I'll help you with a bath, and then you can rest all you need.
[ She leans forward to slightly brush her lips to his forehead once more. There, she remains for a moment, for her heart gives a painful beat. For all the comfort she gives? She cannot help but miss the comfort he gave her. Curling up into his arms and listening to his breathing or as he spoke of things to calm her. Alkaid gives a sharp inhale and presses it down.
Now is not the time. He needs her to guide him, not to weep. ]
It is a foggy and cold morning, isn't it? Let me fetch a blanket. One that isn't covered with dirt.
[ She squeezes his hand again before pulling away. A smile is on her face for him, and she moves slower than she might so he can see where she goes. First, she closes the curtains on the windows, knowing that once it gets brighter his eyes have to adjust go it. Then, she opens a door and then two to note where the bath is. Once she is satisfied with those, she enters the bedroom.
It most certainly is a display of craftsmanship. The best, she supposes, for the diplomatic relations.
She takes a spare blanket from the edge of the bed and quickly returns to Aymeric's side. Then, she moves in front of him, and drapes it over his shoulders so it might cascade around him. It is only after then does she kneel in front of him with her hands resting in her lap. ]
Is there anything you need that I might be able to help with until Estinien arrives? ...anything you might need me to do for you?
[ There must be something other than healing his wounds she can do for him. Even if all she has done had never truly lived up to the standards of being his betrothed or future wife. Being here for him now surely does not count in making up for all the times she was not there.
Her hand hesitantly raises to rest on his knee as she waits for any sort of an answer. ]