[ Her delicate hands squeeze his in return once he clutches onto them. There is a gentleness in her encouragements for him to move and do what he can. She does not expect him to make lengthy speeches or even move mountains. All she expects of him is the most that he is able to do. As she knows that he might remain as he is--in a similar state to the younger Ga Bu--or he will fully succumb to the influence of King Thordan. The decision is his to make and all she can do is show that she will not think less of him in either way. He will still always be Ser Aymeric de Borel of Ishgard to her.
Her thoughts continue to drift off in that fashion until he speaks her name. Then, all attention instantly focuses back on him. She looks down at his still glowing blue eyes with her own eyebrows raised. ]
Hm?
[ The hands atop his head have already stopped due to her spiraling thoughts, and the small tremor in them remains. Her head cants to the side just enough when he shakes his own head. Then, as just before in the cell, she freezes as he says her birth name. Her eyes widen once more and she does her utmost not to let her lower lip tremble again.
She's meant to be a Warrior of Light--a Champion and Hero of Eorzea. That does not mean she falls apart when the world seems to be at its worst. She does not crumble when those around her look to strength and to keep the world going. Even if it is her world that seems to be shrouded in an undertone of darkness ever since she returned from Norvrandt. He has seen enough of how much of a mess she remains inside of it. That is not what he needs at the moment. She needs to be a beacon of hope that it will all be right in the end; even if it is not the same as it once was.
Alkaid pulls her hands back from his hair with the towel in tow. She hides her fingers inside the folds of the towel. They begin to twist one another in her nervous habit. ]
...Yes?
[ Godsdamnit, her voice is far too soft and filled with worry to seem strong or anything else for that matter. She berates herself inwardly once more. Her shoulders square and she pulls her hiding hands closer to her in an attempt to seem taller and in more control than she certainly feels she is as she waits for his response. ]
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Her thoughts continue to drift off in that fashion until he speaks her name. Then, all attention instantly focuses back on him. She looks down at his still glowing blue eyes with her own eyebrows raised. ]
Hm?
[ The hands atop his head have already stopped due to her spiraling thoughts, and the small tremor in them remains. Her head cants to the side just enough when he shakes his own head. Then, as just before in the cell, she freezes as he says her birth name. Her eyes widen once more and she does her utmost not to let her lower lip tremble again.
She's meant to be a Warrior of Light--a Champion and Hero of Eorzea. That does not mean she falls apart when the world seems to be at its worst. She does not crumble when those around her look to strength and to keep the world going. Even if it is her world that seems to be shrouded in an undertone of darkness ever since she returned from Norvrandt. He has seen enough of how much of a mess she remains inside of it. That is not what he needs at the moment. She needs to be a beacon of hope that it will all be right in the end; even if it is not the same as it once was.
Alkaid pulls her hands back from his hair with the towel in tow. She hides her fingers inside the folds of the towel. They begin to twist one another in her nervous habit. ]
...Yes?
[ Godsdamnit, her voice is far too soft and filled with worry to seem strong or anything else for that matter. She berates herself inwardly once more. Her shoulders square and she pulls her hiding hands closer to her in an attempt to seem taller and in more control than she certainly feels she is as she waits for his response. ]