[ Eyebrows turn upwards at their corners as she sees his posture change. A quick sharp feeling of panic hits her at the sight of the strain he puts himself under. Her mouth opens to ask him not to push himself so much for her sake. She is far from deserving of it, nor should she be so important to pull from his recovery. Losing what little progress he has made only to rescind deeper into his enthrallment would be devastating for all of them. She would not have herself be the reason why the Lord Speaker lost his battle with the primal who takes the shape of the once hero of Ishgard.
Still, she waits with ears pressed down against her head, fingers twisting one another, and tail curling up against her body. He is trying so desperately to say what it is he wishes to that she cannot bring herself interrupt--even for his own health. Perhaps he will ask her to leave him to his fate and send her away. Or, perhaps King Thordan has found a way to coax Aymeric into his hold and plans to use one of the most precious things she has given him against her. Aymeric may even mean to share apologies that he can no longer fight as he wishes he would...
Her eyebrows lift in worry as he sits into a posture more like himself. She can see the all too familiar determined look of the Lord Speaker before her. Once he has spoken the words, however, is when her worried gaze finally turns into something else. Shock, relief, concern, and above all else--love. All the emotions collide into her expression at once. The towel is dropped and her hands reach out with only the slightest hesitation that she might cause him pain when it is the last thing she wishes.
Alkaid wraps her arms around him to pull him close. She holds onto him as she would if the circumstances were but normal for them. A long parting met with a reunion that both wish would be far more permanent. Her head tips down as she presses her nose into the top of his damp hair. The tail at her side uncurls to rest beside his own and her hold on him tightens.
A familiar sound leaves her, if his memories might serve him. One of relief and yet longing that came from her with their reunion in Gyr Abania. What can she say to him that will not cause the primal in his mind to clench his hold more? She has apologized so much already, begged him to stay, attempted to share how deeply she loves him. All of it is just words that seem to be on repeat and must surely lose their meanings now. ]
Stay. Please. I--[ Alkaid presses her nose further into his hair as her body begins to shake despite her screaming at it inside her mind not to. Tears press against her shut eyelids. How much longer will her time in Norvrandt haunt her? How many times must it whittle her down into a person he must surely not see as Lantaa? Even now, as he all but shouts that he is still fighting, she feels as if she might break apart. ]--I'm not certain how much of Lantaa will remain if you go so far away.
[ An incredible wave of shame washes over her as she finally admits to it. How much of who she is--the woman deep down under the adventurer and the Warrior of Light--can continue on after all of this? She is certain not much of 'Lantaa' would wish to remain on their star. Of course, she would always be that woman in some form as long as her sister walks along side her. Yet, she also knows, the things that drove her away from her clan and into the life she leads now would surely leave with Aymeric if he chooses to put an end to it. All that she would be is a Warrior of Light and some shade of a woman there long enough to make certain her sister and man she loves could find the happiness she couldn't.
Her fingers curl into his hair in an attempt to sooth herself and him. ]
I-I'm sorry, please, I shouldn't ask that of you... you, my brave knight, who carries the whole of the city he loves so dearly on his shoulders. You don't need my weight on top of that burden... you have enough you are fighting for... please, don't think of me poorly... forget I asked...
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Still, she waits with ears pressed down against her head, fingers twisting one another, and tail curling up against her body. He is trying so desperately to say what it is he wishes to that she cannot bring herself interrupt--even for his own health. Perhaps he will ask her to leave him to his fate and send her away. Or, perhaps King Thordan has found a way to coax Aymeric into his hold and plans to use one of the most precious things she has given him against her. Aymeric may even mean to share apologies that he can no longer fight as he wishes he would...
Her eyebrows lift in worry as he sits into a posture more like himself. She can see the all too familiar determined look of the Lord Speaker before her. Once he has spoken the words, however, is when her worried gaze finally turns into something else. Shock, relief, concern, and above all else--love. All the emotions collide into her expression at once. The towel is dropped and her hands reach out with only the slightest hesitation that she might cause him pain when it is the last thing she wishes.
Alkaid wraps her arms around him to pull him close. She holds onto him as she would if the circumstances were but normal for them. A long parting met with a reunion that both wish would be far more permanent. Her head tips down as she presses her nose into the top of his damp hair. The tail at her side uncurls to rest beside his own and her hold on him tightens.
A familiar sound leaves her, if his memories might serve him. One of relief and yet longing that came from her with their reunion in Gyr Abania. What can she say to him that will not cause the primal in his mind to clench his hold more? She has apologized so much already, begged him to stay, attempted to share how deeply she loves him. All of it is just words that seem to be on repeat and must surely lose their meanings now. ]
Stay. Please. I--[ Alkaid presses her nose further into his hair as her body begins to shake despite her screaming at it inside her mind not to. Tears press against her shut eyelids. How much longer will her time in Norvrandt haunt her? How many times must it whittle her down into a person he must surely not see as Lantaa? Even now, as he all but shouts that he is still fighting, she feels as if she might break apart. ]--I'm not certain how much of Lantaa will remain if you go so far away.
[ An incredible wave of shame washes over her as she finally admits to it. How much of who she is--the woman deep down under the adventurer and the Warrior of Light--can continue on after all of this? She is certain not much of 'Lantaa' would wish to remain on their star. Of course, she would always be that woman in some form as long as her sister walks along side her. Yet, she also knows, the things that drove her away from her clan and into the life she leads now would surely leave with Aymeric if he chooses to put an end to it. All that she would be is a Warrior of Light and some shade of a woman there long enough to make certain her sister and man she loves could find the happiness she couldn't.
Her fingers curl into his hair in an attempt to sooth herself and him. ]
I-I'm sorry, please, I shouldn't ask that of you... you, my brave knight, who carries the whole of the city he loves so dearly on his shoulders. You don't need my weight on top of that burden... you have enough you are fighting for... please, don't think of me poorly... forget I asked...