[ Her gaze drops as he crosses her arms. What point remains to show how much her heart hurts? It certainly would matter little in his current state. With his tone and how he speaks? It already feels as if how he held her was hours ago, not merely mintues. Tears fill her eyes again and she oushes past them and the door. ]
I do not need thanks, Aymeric. Everything I do for you is because of the simple fact that I love you.
[ She pays no attention to the looks between the two Elezens. Her own mind is twisting into thoughts of wondering if she can truly help Aymeric in the state he is in. She still intends not to abandon him, as deep down, her knight is fighting desperately to stay afloat from the primal's influence. Yet, she also cannot deny that how he speaks to her--so distant and cold--leaves a mark on her heart. A heart so raw that truly anything could leave a bruise or wound upon it.
Her gaze raises slightly as he asks his question. ]
Ishgard took us in when none others would. She and Alphinaud will always have a fondness for the city, her people, and you. She cannot fight nor wield magick... so creating things is all she can do.
[ Inside the package is a handmade sleeping gown. It is clearly made of cloth from Corethas, and handstitched with the emblem of Ishgard on the brest. Alkaid's eyes widen at the sight of it and tearse fill her eyes. A piece of home for the Lord Speaker while he is held so far away from home.
Her hands reach out to cover his. She truly has no idea if the gift will matter to him or not. ]
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[ Her gaze drops as he crosses her arms. What point remains to show how much her heart hurts? It certainly would matter little in his current state. With his tone and how he speaks? It already feels as if how he held her was hours ago, not merely mintues. Tears fill her eyes again and she oushes past them and the door. ]
I do not need thanks, Aymeric. Everything I do for you is because of the simple fact that I love you.
[ She pays no attention to the looks between the two Elezens. Her own mind is twisting into thoughts of wondering if she can truly help Aymeric in the state he is in. She still intends not to abandon him, as deep down, her knight is fighting desperately to stay afloat from the primal's influence. Yet, she also cannot deny that how he speaks to her--so distant and cold--leaves a mark on her heart. A heart so raw that truly anything could leave a bruise or wound upon it.
Her gaze raises slightly as he asks his question. ]
Ishgard took us in when none others would. She and Alphinaud will always have a fondness for the city, her people, and you. She cannot fight nor wield magick... so creating things is all she can do.
[ Inside the package is a handmade sleeping gown. It is clearly made of cloth from Corethas, and handstitched with the emblem of Ishgard on the brest. Alkaid's eyes widen at the sight of it and tearse fill her eyes. A piece of home for the Lord Speaker while he is held so far away from home.
Her hands reach out to cover his. She truly has no idea if the gift will matter to him or not. ]