[ A loving kiss is placed to his forehead at his frown. She understands he simply wishes to rest. He has strained himself physically the last few hours with how weak he has become and his compiled injuries. Even further, she is certain he has put himself under considerable mental and emotional strain by attempting to take the stance against the primal as he has.
The sign of his breathing finally deepening is a relief to her, and one she shows by letting out a large exhale. Perhaps now with his injuries on his back taken care of he can begin to rest. She still has injuries on his chest to aid, and the damage done by his own on his arms against the cell doors, but it is certainly better than it had been the day before.
Her vision focuses on the early afternoon rays attempting to find their way through the heavy curtains. A hand raises to rub at her eyes. The realization that it had only been a handful of hours settles in. She had felt that her dreams went on for eternity and thus she had been asleep longer. Alkaid's gaze moves to the bedroom door and lingers for a long moment. Her ears twitch at the sound of yet another knock.
She supposes she must rise and face whoever knocks at the door to the ambassador quarters.
With a small sigh, Alkaid moves to push herself up. She finds her body heavy and demanding more rest to replenish the aether she has expended. Yet, she has every intention to ignore it and keep pushing forward. There is little else she might do in the position that she now finds herself in. It hardly matters how broken she still feels inside or how drained her body is. A Warrior of Light must keep pushing forward for all of their lives, hopes, and dreams.
That, however, is when her ears twitch at another sound they pick up.
Alkaid looks back over her shoulder at the sleeping Aymeric. Although she would hardly call it sleeping now. His arms stretched out towards her person and tears distinctly falling down his face. The sight causes her to pause, as she cannot recall ever seeing a time when he has cried. While she certainly has done plenty of it since her return from Norvrandt? He has ever kept it inside, even if at times he cannot keep his emotions inwardly. She turns so she might reach out and take his hand, but pauses once she hears the door to the quarters open.
A sense of panic fills her and one ear turns towards the door. While she knows none of the Storms could get past Estinien on guard? A sense of dread fills her that the Grand Company has arrived. Had they learned that Aymeric is truly tempered, and refuse to house him, as they do Ga Bu? Her head all but whips back to the door as she desperately strains to listen for unfamiliar footsteps. Alkaid pulls herself closer to Aymeric, not simply just so he can find her, but so she can protect him if need be. Her shaking hand rests on top of his as she leans even closer to the sleeping man at her side...
Then, she hears Estinien's calm voice. Another one follows, one higher and oh so familiar. Her eyes widen as her ears stand on end. She cannot make out the words they are saying through the heavy door, but it is clear that the person he speaks to is none other than Tataru.
Tataru? Why is she here? Had the Scions asked her and Krile to oversee herself and Aymeric? Was there a sense of distrust between them all because she had refused to act as a Scion and instead as a wife? Her ears fold against her head and her hand squeezes Aymeric's firmly.
After a few more moments the voices sound farther away and the sound of the door closing echoes. Alkaid remains where she is, shaking from the adrenaline that has shocked her exhausted state, practically clutching onto the blanket below her and the hand in hers. Her breathing returns to normal only for her head to slip back and her lip to tremble as tears find their way down her cheeks once more.
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The sign of his breathing finally deepening is a relief to her, and one she shows by letting out a large exhale. Perhaps now with his injuries on his back taken care of he can begin to rest. She still has injuries on his chest to aid, and the damage done by his own on his arms against the cell doors, but it is certainly better than it had been the day before.
Her vision focuses on the early afternoon rays attempting to find their way through the heavy curtains. A hand raises to rub at her eyes. The realization that it had only been a handful of hours settles in. She had felt that her dreams went on for eternity and thus she had been asleep longer. Alkaid's gaze moves to the bedroom door and lingers for a long moment. Her ears twitch at the sound of yet another knock.
She supposes she must rise and face whoever knocks at the door to the ambassador quarters.
With a small sigh, Alkaid moves to push herself up. She finds her body heavy and demanding more rest to replenish the aether she has expended. Yet, she has every intention to ignore it and keep pushing forward. There is little else she might do in the position that she now finds herself in. It hardly matters how broken she still feels inside or how drained her body is. A Warrior of Light must keep pushing forward for all of their lives, hopes, and dreams.
That, however, is when her ears twitch at another sound they pick up.
Alkaid looks back over her shoulder at the sleeping Aymeric. Although she would hardly call it sleeping now. His arms stretched out towards her person and tears distinctly falling down his face. The sight causes her to pause, as she cannot recall ever seeing a time when he has cried. While she certainly has done plenty of it since her return from Norvrandt? He has ever kept it inside, even if at times he cannot keep his emotions inwardly. She turns so she might reach out and take his hand, but pauses once she hears the door to the quarters open.
A sense of panic fills her and one ear turns towards the door. While she knows none of the Storms could get past Estinien on guard? A sense of dread fills her that the Grand Company has arrived. Had they learned that Aymeric is truly tempered, and refuse to house him, as they do Ga Bu? Her head all but whips back to the door as she desperately strains to listen for unfamiliar footsteps. Alkaid pulls herself closer to Aymeric, not simply just so he can find her, but so she can protect him if need be. Her shaking hand rests on top of his as she leans even closer to the sleeping man at her side...
Then, she hears Estinien's calm voice. Another one follows, one higher and oh so familiar. Her eyes widen as her ears stand on end. She cannot make out the words they are saying through the heavy door, but it is clear that the person he speaks to is none other than Tataru.
Tataru? Why is she here? Had the Scions asked her and Krile to oversee herself and Aymeric? Was there a sense of distrust between them all because she had refused to act as a Scion and instead as a wife? Her ears fold against her head and her hand squeezes Aymeric's firmly.
After a few more moments the voices sound farther away and the sound of the door closing echoes. Alkaid remains where she is, shaking from the adrenaline that has shocked her exhausted state, practically clutching onto the blanket below her and the hand in hers. Her breathing returns to normal only for her head to slip back and her lip to tremble as tears find their way down her cheeks once more.
Gods, the stress of it all... ]