[ A small smile breaks through to her lips as he touches her braid. Fingertips brush along the curves of his face in return. She would like nothing more than to sleep at his side ad they would normally, but, certain things must be done for him. Even as he tilts his head to sleep, Alkaid is shaking her own. ]
Aymeric. [ A gentle call of his name to garner his attention. ] You need to be dressed for bed first. Then, you can sleep all you need.
[ She quickly grabs the clothes that have been provided to the room as a standard: a sleeping shirt and underwear. It does not take her long to help him into it, and only another moment is spared to pull the covers back for him to slip underneath them.
Alkaid then moves to sit on his other side, her legs tucked to her side. ]
Move to your side, my love. [ To which, if he needs her aid, she most certainly gives. A gentle kiss is given to the base of his ear once more. ] Sleep well. I will be here when you awaken.
[ Alkaid waits and gently rubbing his arm once more until he drifts off to sleep. Then, she lowers her head and her shoulders sink. She allows only a few tears to shed before brushing her cheeks against her shoulders to dry them. Her eyes close as she focuses on channeling what aether she has managed to store into his bruises and wounds at his back and chest. As always, she pulls the ambient aether around her, but only so much can be done before her own body demands she rests once more. He can at least rest easy now that the majority of his injuries to the back and some to the chest are healed. She then gently guides him to lay on his back and brushes his bangs way from his face.
She slips her shoes off and simply sits at the edge of the bed for a long passing moment. A glance is sent over her shoulder to him before she curls her legs underneath her and lays down beside him on top of the covers. Another moment passes before she gently nestles her back against his frame, curling up as she might if things were as they ought to be.
It takes even longer for her to fall into an unease sleep, still haunted by dreams of creatures with alabaster skin, only to be morphed into those wielding an unholy light led by Knights. She shifts in her sleep, but does not awaken until she hears a knock at a door.
Her eyes open and her head raises to look first at the window to see where the sun might be through the curtains. How long had she managed to sleep this time? ]
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Aymeric. [ A gentle call of his name to garner his attention. ] You need to be dressed for bed first. Then, you can sleep all you need.
[ She quickly grabs the clothes that have been provided to the room as a standard: a sleeping shirt and underwear. It does not take her long to help him into it, and only another moment is spared to pull the covers back for him to slip underneath them.
Alkaid then moves to sit on his other side, her legs tucked to her side. ]
Move to your side, my love. [ To which, if he needs her aid, she most certainly gives. A gentle kiss is given to the base of his ear once more. ] Sleep well. I will be here when you awaken.
[ Alkaid waits and gently rubbing his arm once more until he drifts off to sleep. Then, she lowers her head and her shoulders sink. She allows only a few tears to shed before brushing her cheeks against her shoulders to dry them. Her eyes close as she focuses on channeling what aether she has managed to store into his bruises and wounds at his back and chest. As always, she pulls the ambient aether around her, but only so much can be done before her own body demands she rests once more. He can at least rest easy now that the majority of his injuries to the back and some to the chest are healed. She then gently guides him to lay on his back and brushes his bangs way from his face.
She slips her shoes off and simply sits at the edge of the bed for a long passing moment. A glance is sent over her shoulder to him before she curls her legs underneath her and lays down beside him on top of the covers. Another moment passes before she gently nestles her back against his frame, curling up as she might if things were as they ought to be.
It takes even longer for her to fall into an unease sleep, still haunted by dreams of creatures with alabaster skin, only to be morphed into those wielding an unholy light led by Knights. She shifts in her sleep, but does not awaken until she hears a knock at a door.
Her eyes open and her head raises to look first at the window to see where the sun might be through the curtains. How long had she managed to sleep this time? ]