[ Her hands curl into his hold as she would if he could hold her. She knows more than anything that she must rest and care for herself so t hat she might tend to the rest of his wounds. Rest, bathe, eat--just as she has helped him do. Yet, the fear of King Thordan taking him away or her inability keep him stable as he is practically paralyzes her in doing so. Just as it her nightmares truly keep her from sleeping as she might need.
There is no doubt in her mind that he still loves her and wishes to care for her. Even as the primal's influence tries to pull him away and stagnate his aether? He has made it clear as he can--multiple times--that he intends to fight to remain with those he cares for. It is not him she doubts, nor their bond , but herself and how capable she might be to meet any of his needs or wants beyond being what his tempered self first saw her as: a useful healer.
She does not simply sink into the kiss, but puts herself entirely into the motion. That side that speaks of logic and clarity reminds her yet again that the primal may lash out and do more harm to him; harm that she would be directly responsible for. Yet, the need to be loved and comforted by him pushes past the logic and the guilt. Her eyes remain closed even as she presses her lips to his and presses her body against him. The hands still tremble in his hold.
It is a rare occurance, but through the notion, she asks for his aid for her ownself. She knows that deep down, she is still the same woman he fell in love with. The same soul with wide eyes to wander the world and heal any and all of any ailments. The woman who simple cares so much she rose to be the Warrior of Light with her sister. She just seems so far away after everything...
Alkaid tilts her head only slightly to deepen the kiss. ]
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There is no doubt in her mind that he still loves her and wishes to care for her. Even as the primal's influence tries to pull him away and stagnate his aether? He has made it clear as he can--multiple times--that he intends to fight to remain with those he cares for. It is not him she doubts, nor their bond , but herself and how capable she might be to meet any of his needs or wants beyond being what his tempered self first saw her as: a useful healer.
She does not simply sink into the kiss, but puts herself entirely into the motion. That side that speaks of logic and clarity reminds her yet again that the primal may lash out and do more harm to him; harm that she would be directly responsible for. Yet, the need to be loved and comforted by him pushes past the logic and the guilt. Her eyes remain closed even as she presses her lips to his and presses her body against him. The hands still tremble in his hold.
It is a rare occurance, but through the notion, she asks for his aid for her ownself. She knows that deep down, she is still the same woman he fell in love with. The same soul with wide eyes to wander the world and heal any and all of any ailments. The woman who simple cares so much she rose to be the Warrior of Light with her sister. She just seems so far away after everything...
Alkaid tilts her head only slightly to deepen the kiss. ]