[ The improvements in his movements brings a small amount if joy to her eyes. At least she has been able to do this for him. Even if everything else she has tried to do for him has ended in some form of failure? Healing him seemingly has been a minor success so far.
Her mind is far from romantic thoughts, but she finds herself wishing she might look at Aymeric in such a way. Instead, all she can see is the bruises along his front, backside, and arms. She feels the familiar rising sense of anxiousness inside her at the display. Oh, her poor knight. No wonder he has been in so much pain...
Alkaid waits for an answer as she sits beside the tub. Then, she realizes it will never come in a way she expects. His eyes close and he seems to relax entirely. She is left to sit on her own, hands on the rim, watching as he drifts off into some form of rest. Her two-toned eyes drop to the surface of the water. A moment of stillness passes--save for the water that waves gently. Her forehead presses to the edge for just a moment. Then, her hands clutch it with a surge of emotion washing over her.
Of course. In this moment, she is far from Lantaa, and barely Alkaid. She may not even be the Warrior of Light to him. Simply someone that he perhaps has a feeling he cares for deeply. Someone that can care for him and heal him. He would not be able to remember much of anything of her. Her questions must surely seem redundant or perhaps even pointless. Even worse, the answers may be obvious, and therefore not worth answering in any form.
She uses the leverage from how her hands to push herself up after the few momwnts that pass. Then, she moves to the back of the tub where his head rests. With wash cloth and soap in hand, she gently begins to wash his arms and shoulders, even his face. What point would there be in having him dirty in a new bed? Once done, she quietly takes water into a basin and gently pours it over his hair to wash next. Not once does she speak through out the process; not even as she stands behind him lathering his hair.
If he needs to sleep then must let him as much as she is able.
Water pours over his head again as she works the soap from his hair. Once done, she gently places her hands at the back of his neck. She attempts to guide the tension out of his body simply by touch. The injuries that litter his body and arms will be addressed once he is asleep.
It is far from how I had hoped our first bath together might be. She thinks to herself, but does not allow the emotion to show.
Yet, it could very well be the only one they have.
After he is washed and pampered for, Alkaid simply sits beside the tub and quietly waits for him to stir once more. Most likely once the water has gone cold. Then, she drains the tub and offers her hands to help him ease from the tub. A towel is taken from the counter and pulled around his waist-- not that she had looked anywhere other than his chest. Another towel is taken and she quietly dries his arms and torso off gently. The towel is then draped around her shoulder and she once again slides against him. ]
Let us get you to bed.
[ The walk to the bedroom is far shorter than the one from the living room. She eases him to sit on the edge of the bed, quickly shut the curtains and returns to stand in front of him.
The towel is moved from her shoulder and placed atop his head. Then, she gently works to dry his hair. It reminds her of a moment that feels as if it were a different age. Except, he had been the one drying her hair on the eve of battle. Alkaid bites again down on her lip as her hands shake moving through his hair.
There will most likely not be a time in which he might care for her in such a way again. ]
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Her mind is far from romantic thoughts, but she finds herself wishing she might look at Aymeric in such a way. Instead, all she can see is the bruises along his front, backside, and arms. She feels the familiar rising sense of anxiousness inside her at the display. Oh, her poor knight. No wonder he has been in so much pain...
Alkaid waits for an answer as she sits beside the tub. Then, she realizes it will never come in a way she expects. His eyes close and he seems to relax entirely. She is left to sit on her own, hands on the rim, watching as he drifts off into some form of rest. Her two-toned eyes drop to the surface of the water. A moment of stillness passes--save for the water that waves gently. Her forehead presses to the edge for just a moment. Then, her hands clutch it with a surge of emotion washing over her.
Of course. In this moment, she is far from Lantaa, and barely Alkaid. She may not even be the Warrior of Light to him. Simply someone that he perhaps has a feeling he cares for deeply. Someone that can care for him and heal him. He would not be able to remember much of anything of her. Her questions must surely seem redundant or perhaps even pointless. Even worse, the answers may be obvious, and therefore not worth answering in any form.
She uses the leverage from how her hands to push herself up after the few momwnts that pass. Then, she moves to the back of the tub where his head rests. With wash cloth and soap in hand, she gently begins to wash his arms and shoulders, even his face. What point would there be in having him dirty in a new bed? Once done, she quietly takes water into a basin and gently pours it over his hair to wash next. Not once does she speak through out the process; not even as she stands behind him lathering his hair.
If he needs to sleep then must let him as much as she is able.
Water pours over his head again as she works the soap from his hair. Once done, she gently places her hands at the back of his neck. She attempts to guide the tension out of his body simply by touch. The injuries that litter his body and arms will be addressed once he is asleep.
It is far from how I had hoped our first bath together might be. She thinks to herself, but does not allow the emotion to show.
Yet, it could very well be the only one they have.
After he is washed and pampered for, Alkaid simply sits beside the tub and quietly waits for him to stir once more. Most likely once the water has gone cold. Then, she drains the tub and offers her hands to help him ease from the tub. A towel is taken from the counter and pulled around his waist-- not that she had looked anywhere other than his chest. Another towel is taken and she quietly dries his arms and torso off gently. The towel is then draped around her shoulder and she once again slides against him. ]
Let us get you to bed.
[ The walk to the bedroom is far shorter than the one from the living room. She eases him to sit on the edge of the bed, quickly shut the curtains and returns to stand in front of him.
The towel is moved from her shoulder and placed atop his head. Then, she gently works to dry his hair. It reminds her of a moment that feels as if it were a different age. Except, he had been the one drying her hair on the eve of battle. Alkaid bites again down on her lip as her hands shake moving through his hair.
There will most likely not be a time in which he might care for her in such a way again. ]