[ Alkaid shakes her head the moment he tries to shift the blanket away. She waits until he finishes his attempt before making her move. Her hands come from his waist to readjust the blanket upon his shoulders. However, she then settles back down in front of him. The blanket is then tugged to hang over the pair of them and a tired smile is sent up to him. ]

There, now it fits the both of us.

[ Her hands return to his sides. One rests gently over the scar from the long healed stab wound. Her fingers gently brush along the scar through the fabric of the tunic that is usually underneath is armor that has been taken. ]

If you need to sleep, Aymeric, please do. We can eat once you've rested. [ Her head tilts back further as a sad smile touches the corners of her lips. One of her fingers gently presses against the scar. ] Has this been bothering you since they've brought you here? Or is it only the injuries from Estinien that pain you?