[ Although he would try to move more and attempt to speak to her, as she continues alternating between feeding him and taking bites of their shared breakfast, Aymeric falls silent for the next few moments until the bowl is emptied and she sets it aside. The kiss she presses against his cheek elicits a quiet sigh from him, and as luck or fortune would have it, the primal does not react then either.
When she helps him stand, it goes easier this time, although some strain is present in his limbs as he does his best to stay on his feet, not collapsing or bending at the knees as he straightens up with her help.
Although he has once again fallen into an obedient state of compliance as she directs him to the bathroom, he moves more purposefully than he has since this whole ordeal began. And lest she worry, none of the mindless actions he made when he was firmly locked in the grip of rage are present as he takes one slow, unsteady step forward followed by another. He might still be enthralled by the primal, but at the very least, he can move forward with assistance.
Still, when they finally make it into the bathroom, he has to hold onto the sink in order to remain upright as she prepares the bath. When she returns and indicates that he needs to undress, once again, he simply does as requested, needing her aid again at certain points in the process. But eventually, he sheds his clothes and lets her guide him to the waiting tub.
Now that he is unclothed, the bruise patterns that are in varying stages of healing stand out against his pale skin. They wrap around his back and across his chest, marking the places where Estinien initially jumped on him to knock him out, and then pressed Nidhogg against him, as well as the force with which he landed when the dragoon knocked him back against the cell wall. Smaller bruises wind around his hands and forearms where he slammed them against the cell bars, but the worst of the damage remains on his back and chest.
Once he is properly inside the bath, although he does not answer with words, the way his body relaxes underneath the warm water ought to be telling enough. Another sigh escapes him as the areas of tension and soreness from his various injuries unclench themselves as the water settles in over him. The lingering soreness from the bruises seems to fade as well, but until the injuries heal, it is sure to return.
Still, the warm water helps ease some of the lingering pain. He certainly is the most relaxed he has been in some time, but perhaps that is only to be expected, as he is no longer being held inside a cell but instead housed in a far more comfortable and less distressing room.
Now the only danger present (the primal's rage notwithstanding) is that he might drift off to sleep while still in the bath. Even so, Alkaid would most likely have to be completely absent from the room or have her attentions drawn elsewhere for that to be a real danger. Still, Aymeric's thoughts are far from dwelling upon that or anything more than the sound of the water lightly splashing against the sides of the tub and the dim awareness he still has of Alkaid's presence by his side. ]
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When she helps him stand, it goes easier this time, although some strain is present in his limbs as he does his best to stay on his feet, not collapsing or bending at the knees as he straightens up with her help.
Although he has once again fallen into an obedient state of compliance as she directs him to the bathroom, he moves more purposefully than he has since this whole ordeal began. And lest she worry, none of the mindless actions he made when he was firmly locked in the grip of rage are present as he takes one slow, unsteady step forward followed by another. He might still be enthralled by the primal, but at the very least, he can move forward with assistance.
Still, when they finally make it into the bathroom, he has to hold onto the sink in order to remain upright as she prepares the bath. When she returns and indicates that he needs to undress, once again, he simply does as requested, needing her aid again at certain points in the process. But eventually, he sheds his clothes and lets her guide him to the waiting tub.
Now that he is unclothed, the bruise patterns that are in varying stages of healing stand out against his pale skin. They wrap around his back and across his chest, marking the places where Estinien initially jumped on him to knock him out, and then pressed Nidhogg against him, as well as the force with which he landed when the dragoon knocked him back against the cell wall. Smaller bruises wind around his hands and forearms where he slammed them against the cell bars, but the worst of the damage remains on his back and chest.
Once he is properly inside the bath, although he does not answer with words, the way his body relaxes underneath the warm water ought to be telling enough. Another sigh escapes him as the areas of tension and soreness from his various injuries unclench themselves as the water settles in over him. The lingering soreness from the bruises seems to fade as well, but until the injuries heal, it is sure to return.
Still, the warm water helps ease some of the lingering pain. He certainly is the most relaxed he has been in some time, but perhaps that is only to be expected, as he is no longer being held inside a cell but instead housed in a far more comfortable and less distressing room.
Now the only danger present (the primal's rage notwithstanding) is that he might drift off to sleep while still in the bath. Even so, Alkaid would most likely have to be completely absent from the room or have her attentions drawn elsewhere for that to be a real danger. Still, Aymeric's thoughts are far from dwelling upon that or anything more than the sound of the water lightly splashing against the sides of the tub and the dim awareness he still has of Alkaid's presence by his side. ]