[ His touch causes her ears to lower in relaxed state; as they usually might when he strokes them. Her expression eases as well, moving from distress to simply sorrow. Even as her consciousness struggles to wake, she is always aware of his presence. The hand in his relaxes and her fingers move as if attempting to find where his might be to find their normal resting place between them.
It takes several more moments for her mind to finally claw out of its slumbering state. Her eyes finally open to simply look at the wall that she faces at first. An ear turns towards Aymeric once she realizes his breathing indicates he is once again awake. There is only a strain to his breaths now as opposed to the laboring he suffered through the day before. Alkaid closes her eyes and turns her hand to slip her fingers between his. ]
...did I wake you? I'm sorry. [ Her voice is quiet, as if tired of fighting several battles all in a row. Fatigue has certainly set in as her mind cannot simply rest after all she has seen and done in Norvrandt. Even before then, the battles with the Empire.
She turns so she might face him. Except, her eyes never quite raise to meet his. They instead look down at their mismatched clothing. Ears lower to press against her head completely and her tail curls up around her. She knows she should not be this close to him. It could further cause an outrage of the primal influence in his mind and damage him further. Yet, all she wishes to do is lean into his hold as she might normally.
All the battles... the loss... the victories... she is so tired.
Her eyes close once more as her shoulders drop. Then, her forehead rests against his chest, despite her better judgement. ]
Did you sleep well? Were your dreams better?
[ Although she does know the answer to some degree. ]
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It takes several more moments for her mind to finally claw out of its slumbering state. Her eyes finally open to simply look at the wall that she faces at first. An ear turns towards Aymeric once she realizes his breathing indicates he is once again awake. There is only a strain to his breaths now as opposed to the laboring he suffered through the day before. Alkaid closes her eyes and turns her hand to slip her fingers between his. ]
...did I wake you? I'm sorry. [ Her voice is quiet, as if tired of fighting several battles all in a row. Fatigue has certainly set in as her mind cannot simply rest after all she has seen and done in Norvrandt. Even before then, the battles with the Empire.
She turns so she might face him. Except, her eyes never quite raise to meet his. They instead look down at their mismatched clothing. Ears lower to press against her head completely and her tail curls up around her. She knows she should not be this close to him. It could further cause an outrage of the primal influence in his mind and damage him further. Yet, all she wishes to do is lean into his hold as she might normally.
All the battles... the loss... the victories... she is so tired.
Her eyes close once more as her shoulders drop. Then, her forehead rests against his chest, despite her better judgement. ]
Did you sleep well? Were your dreams better?
[ Although she does know the answer to some degree. ]