[ Feeling somewhat encouraged by her response, Aymeric continues to stroke her ears even as she stirs and her eyes open.
The smile he gives her is both like his usual smile but not quite at the same time. The primal in his mind is still present, of course, but for the moment, it is deciding to remain somewhat dormant, waiting and watching.
In a way, he feels somewhat as he had when he first awoke in the cell, only this time, there is no compelling need to escape. For one, there are no bars holding him in, only a room. The Warrior of Light still registers as a threat with King Thordan, but Aymeric still pushes back against those thoughts, still retaining the belief that she can be swayed into aligning with them and being of use, if only he is given the opportunity to be at his most persuasive. Being rendered weak and unresponsive only feels like a step backwards to him, and so whenever Thordan tries to reprimand him for still viewing Alkaid as an ally, he does his best to argue against that.
He shakes his head, part of him marveling in the fact that his head does not pound nor does his vision blur from completing that action. ]
Nay, I was already beginning to stir when I saw that your sleep had become disturbed. [ His tone softens when she turns so that she is facing him. ]
I slept as well as anyone could expect, but I think that I have been the focus of your worries for far too long. It is high time that someone worry about you. Your sleep did not seem restful nor easy.
[ He is certain she'll notice how he deflected the question concerning his dreams, but he means well by it. Whatever it is she saw in her dreams seemed every bit as distressing, if not even more than his were. ]
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The smile he gives her is both like his usual smile but not quite at the same time. The primal in his mind is still present, of course, but for the moment, it is deciding to remain somewhat dormant, waiting and watching.
In a way, he feels somewhat as he had when he first awoke in the cell, only this time, there is no compelling need to escape. For one, there are no bars holding him in, only a room. The Warrior of Light still registers as a threat with King Thordan, but Aymeric still pushes back against those thoughts, still retaining the belief that she can be swayed into aligning with them and being of use, if only he is given the opportunity to be at his most persuasive. Being rendered weak and unresponsive only feels like a step backwards to him, and so whenever Thordan tries to reprimand him for still viewing Alkaid as an ally, he does his best to argue against that.
He shakes his head, part of him marveling in the fact that his head does not pound nor does his vision blur from completing that action. ]
Nay, I was already beginning to stir when I saw that your sleep had become disturbed. [ His tone softens when she turns so that she is facing him. ]
I slept as well as anyone could expect, but I think that I have been the focus of your worries for far too long. It is high time that someone worry about you. Your sleep did not seem restful nor easy.
[ He is certain she'll notice how he deflected the question concerning his dreams, but he means well by it. Whatever it is she saw in her dreams seemed every bit as distressing, if not even more than his were. ]