[ As anticipated, Aymeric has a rebuttal for her. ] How much of your aether will you expend on my behalf? Surely your stores must be running empty by now, even with the sleep you have managed to gain. I doubt that it was very restful either.
[ He crosses his arms in front of him as he gives her a surveying glance. ] I suppose that I must express thanks, because I would not be standing right now if not for you.
[ His impassive expression conceals the swirling uncertainty inside him; he is unsure what he ought to do now, aside from attempt to return to Ishgard to see to affairs there. He could continue try to sway the Warrior of Light to his side, or he could abandon the idea entirely. At the root of it all is the notion that he will have to return to his homeland one way or another, but what gives him pause is the threat that Estinien represents.
And, whether he likes to admit it or not, he is certain that an escape attempt would only upset Alkaid further. Why is it that you care? Thordan chooses this moment to interject with that question. It is not a wrong one either, and Aymeric has no good answer for it.
He manages to pull himself from his thoughts long enough to see Alkaid opening the door, and of course he follows. His expression turns questioning as he sees the package on the table, but he pays it no mind. It must be something she requested, or provisions. Nothing that concerns him.
But then he hears the door begin to open and Estinien himself steps inside. Aymeric's posture stiffens and his head rises just slightly as he turns to look at the dragoon.
He listens to the exchange, not particulary riveted by it, but his attention focuses once again when Estinien levels a glance in his direction before he leaves. Accursed dragoon and his equally cursed lance. Thordan's disdain is clear, even though a part of Aymeric believes that Estinien could be a valuable asset as well.
Aymeric's thoughts are once again interrupted by Alkaid's approach, and he looks up to see the package in her hands. ]
Why would she do such a thing? [ Of course he has a vague recollection of Tataru, but in the haze brought on by the primal, he cannot imagine why she would bother giving him anything, much less thinking about him. ]
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[ He crosses his arms in front of him as he gives her a surveying glance. ] I suppose that I must express thanks, because I would not be standing right now if not for you.
[ His impassive expression conceals the swirling uncertainty inside him; he is unsure what he ought to do now, aside from attempt to return to Ishgard to see to affairs there. He could continue try to sway the Warrior of Light to his side, or he could abandon the idea entirely. At the root of it all is the notion that he will have to return to his homeland one way or another, but what gives him pause is the threat that Estinien represents.
And, whether he likes to admit it or not, he is certain that an escape attempt would only upset Alkaid further. Why is it that you care? Thordan chooses this moment to interject with that question. It is not a wrong one either, and Aymeric has no good answer for it.
He manages to pull himself from his thoughts long enough to see Alkaid opening the door, and of course he follows. His expression turns questioning as he sees the package on the table, but he pays it no mind. It must be something she requested, or provisions. Nothing that concerns him.
But then he hears the door begin to open and Estinien himself steps inside. Aymeric's posture stiffens and his head rises just slightly as he turns to look at the dragoon.
He listens to the exchange, not particulary riveted by it, but his attention focuses once again when Estinien levels a glance in his direction before he leaves. Accursed dragoon and his equally cursed lance. Thordan's disdain is clear, even though a part of Aymeric believes that Estinien could be a valuable asset as well.
Aymeric's thoughts are once again interrupted by Alkaid's approach, and he looks up to see the package in her hands. ]
Why would she do such a thing? [ Of course he has a vague recollection of Tataru, but in the haze brought on by the primal, he cannot imagine why she would bother giving him anything, much less thinking about him. ]