[ Her tail gently flicks at its edge at his actions. She can sense there is something stirring underneath by his posture alone. However, if that is Aymeric, King Thordan, or something else entirely is unknown to her. If only she might be able to help him more. It hardly feels as if she has done anything at all, let alone done enough for him. If she cannot heal him, after everything else she has failed at, then what can she do for Ser Aymeric de Borel other than hold him down with her own struggles?
What lover, even wife-to-be, does that to the person they love?
A tremor begins in her hands again as he gently pushes the food to her. A sign of the emotions she desperately tries to keep hold of to herself as to not burden him further. She understands the meaning of his action clearly: he would have her care for herself first. Two-toned eyes slowly fall to the food between them as her tail stills. If anything is certainly quite obvious of Aymeric still present? His care for others and his stubbornness seems to be unable to be rewritten by King Thordan.
She bites back a plea for Aymeric not to argue with her and to do this for her. The plea would ring hollow as he is most certainly right. She is in need of food and proper rest just as him. Instead, she lets out a sigh that shakes on the verge of tears once more. Then, she raises her gaze to look up at him. She moves her hands forward once more, but this time, she stops between them. ]
We can share it. [ Her braid shifts over her shoulder again once she tilts her head. ] You take a bite and then I will. Then, once we're done, we'll move to the bath.
[ Alkaid then holds the bowl up enough so he might take the spoon for himself. ]
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What lover, even wife-to-be, does that to the person they love?
A tremor begins in her hands again as he gently pushes the food to her. A sign of the emotions she desperately tries to keep hold of to herself as to not burden him further. She understands the meaning of his action clearly: he would have her care for herself first. Two-toned eyes slowly fall to the food between them as her tail stills. If anything is certainly quite obvious of Aymeric still present? His care for others and his stubbornness seems to be unable to be rewritten by King Thordan.
She bites back a plea for Aymeric not to argue with her and to do this for her. The plea would ring hollow as he is most certainly right. She is in need of food and proper rest just as him. Instead, she lets out a sigh that shakes on the verge of tears once more. Then, she raises her gaze to look up at him. She moves her hands forward once more, but this time, she stops between them. ]
We can share it. [ Her braid shifts over her shoulder again once she tilts her head. ] You take a bite and then I will. Then, once we're done, we'll move to the bath.
[ Alkaid then holds the bowl up enough so he might take the spoon for himself. ]