What does it matter? [ In spite of himself, and certainly in spite of what the primal might say or think, a ripple of something akin to frustration courses through him. He is not angry with her, but all he really wishes is for her to be well and to care for herself. Even the primal's influence cannot drown that out. ] Are you so quick to give up?

[ He shakes his head and he lowers his hands from her face as they clench into fists. ] How is it that you are so determined to give me aid, but you cannot spare a moment to do the same for yourself?

[ For just a moment, the remnant of Aymeric that remains chooses to speak up. ]

Do you not believe that I will do whatever I must to ensure that everything that ails you, whether of the mind or the body, ceases to do so?

[ If anything, his resolve to help her however he can also helps ground him in turn, even if it is a fragile hold. ]

Can you not find it in you to trust in that, and to be confident in it?

[ Perhaps he ought not to question her so, but he finds that he is unable to hold back those words. ]