[ The weight around her hips garners her attention away from her own distress. Alkaid swallows her emotions and forces herself to calm down as much as possible. Her free hand, still shaking to an extreme amount, raises to rest on the top of his head. The other moves from his hand to his arm. Both move together in order to soothe him. Hopefully, he can recognize that he has certainly found her. ]
... ssh, hush now, Aymeric. I'm right here. [ She leans back against the headboard to situate herself better. Then, she guides his head to rest against her lap. ] I said no one will take me away, and I plan to keep that promise.
[ She is certain that eventually the Scions will return to inform her of the latest advances with the cure to tempering. No doubt lingers in her mind that some of them perhaps are still very cross with her. Her decision has not changed and nor will it. Aymeric is still in need of her as at least a healer.
The hand from his arm lifts to gently brush away the tears slipping down his face. Then, she sighs, tilting her head back to look up at the ceiling as some of the afternoon sun rays spread across the room once they find their way through the heavy curtains. Her fingers continue to brush through his hair and eventually settle at the hair at the nape of his neck. She absentmindedly toys with the strands as her thoughts change to what might happen when they do cure him.
Will he still wish to be married to her? How might they go about restoring Ishgard? They still need to find where King Thordan and his Knights Twelve are. That is, presuming that King Thordan has his knights. Should she ask Aymeric of it? That, she supposes, will be left to the state that he is in when he awakens. He might be as he has been... or return to the strong minded man who sees only Thordan's will.
Her thoughts continue to swirl and twist around one another even once her eyes close and her head dips to her shoulder. The hand in his hair only stills once sleep fully claims her yet again and she falls into a slumber. The quality of her sleep does not change and nor do the images that haunt her mind. Instead, she shifts uncomfortably in her sleep, even to the point where she eventually lays on her side with his head still against her lap. The sight is almost akin to a cat curling at the head of the sleeping owner of the bed.
Even as she slumbers and the all too familiar monsters haunt her dreams? A whine comes from her as she shakes. Perhaps the might not notice or even be aware of it. Yet, it is a semi-often occurrence in her sleep patterns since her return from Norvrandt. ]
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... ssh, hush now, Aymeric. I'm right here. [ She leans back against the headboard to situate herself better. Then, she guides his head to rest against her lap. ] I said no one will take me away, and I plan to keep that promise.
[ She is certain that eventually the Scions will return to inform her of the latest advances with the cure to tempering. No doubt lingers in her mind that some of them perhaps are still very cross with her. Her decision has not changed and nor will it. Aymeric is still in need of her as at least a healer.
The hand from his arm lifts to gently brush away the tears slipping down his face. Then, she sighs, tilting her head back to look up at the ceiling as some of the afternoon sun rays spread across the room once they find their way through the heavy curtains. Her fingers continue to brush through his hair and eventually settle at the hair at the nape of his neck. She absentmindedly toys with the strands as her thoughts change to what might happen when they do cure him.
Will he still wish to be married to her? How might they go about restoring Ishgard? They still need to find where King Thordan and his Knights Twelve are. That is, presuming that King Thordan has his knights. Should she ask Aymeric of it? That, she supposes, will be left to the state that he is in when he awakens. He might be as he has been... or return to the strong minded man who sees only Thordan's will.
Her thoughts continue to swirl and twist around one another even once her eyes close and her head dips to her shoulder. The hand in his hair only stills once sleep fully claims her yet again and she falls into a slumber. The quality of her sleep does not change and nor do the images that haunt her mind. Instead, she shifts uncomfortably in her sleep, even to the point where she eventually lays on her side with his head still against her lap. The sight is almost akin to a cat curling at the head of the sleeping owner of the bed.
Even as she slumbers and the all too familiar monsters haunt her dreams? A whine comes from her as she shakes. Perhaps the might not notice or even be aware of it. Yet, it is a semi-often occurrence in her sleep patterns since her return from Norvrandt. ]