[ Her eyes raise to him once more to see what his reaction to her statement might be. There is no expectation that he will even have a care for what she's said. She is certain the primal is attempting to thread its will and belief further into his mind. At some point, she imagines not even her presence will matter. That is not because she has lost faith in him; it is simply due to what she knows of those that are enthralled by a primal.
His words almost make her feel as if a lightning bolt has gone through her. There is a sense of urgency and a fear of losing him entirely if she does not respond. The package is placed on the couch and her hands quickly reach to grab his. Her fingers curl around his and a firm squeeze is given to them. ]
I would rather be here and endure any pain. I will not stand for you feeling as if you have been abandoned to this fate--that Ishgard has been abandoned. You are my husband-to-be, and Ishgard is my home, and I will bleed out if necessary to keep both.
[ Without direction or even the hesitance that gripped her before, Alkaid moves him to sit down on the couch once more. She stands between his legs, wrapping her arms around him, and guiding his head to rest on her shoulder. There is little else she can do other than heal his wounds, encourage his aether to flow, and remind him of her presence. She has no idea if that is truly going to be enough as he continues to be tempered... but what else can she do?
Her ear lifts as she hears the door open. Estinien enters once more, directing a member of the Storm to place the dinners on the table. A look is shared between Alkaid and Estinien. The dragoon of course questions the change of circumstance, but Alkaid shakes her head. It seems Aymeric will continue to move back and forth between the driven man to return to Thordan, and the more exhausted one that fights against such a notion. Her hand raises to gently brush through his hair and Estinien closes his eyes. Once dinner is set, the dragoon ushers the Storm member from the room and leaves the two to themselves once more.
Alkaid presses a kiss to the top of Aymeric's head. Her poor knight. She has the feeling--the sinking feeling--that he will be forced to chose between the adoration of his father's memory or Ishgard as she stands now. While she is certain that, in his right mind, he would chose the path that would continue Ishgard forward? The primal has most certainly warped those memories and placed him in a state similar to that of before the Dragonsong War ended. Her fingers continue to brush through his hair and down the back of his neck before circling upwards once more. ]
I promise, my brave knight. We will go home. Once this matter is settled and you are better? We will return to Ishgard. We will help everyone there rebuild, and, if you still wish, we will finally be married. [ Alkaid tilts her head against his, hiding her face in his hair. ] Even if I must do it alone? I will free Ishgard and her people so all might decide what life to pursue.
[ The arm still wrapped around him squeezes him tightly as the resolve burns inside her. Lantaa still feels broken and lost, but, she cannot let that cloud what others might need. Ishgard needs its Saviors once more, and she will do whatever it requires of her. After all, she has already been scared and bruised, changed permanently in some ways in her time in the First.
King Thordan and his Knights of Twelve will not take her home and her mate away.
Eventually, she does pull back enough to be able to gather their dinner. She carefully sets it together on one tray and sits beside him, showing that she does intend to eat her meal along side him. In a way, she has already lost track of how long Aymeric has been like this, and knows it may yet be many more days before she hears from the Scions. She will push forward and do whatever Aymeric requires of her--be it an aid to eat, company, or even someone to verbally spar with. Whatever it is he will need to keep him fighting until they have the cure. ]
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His words almost make her feel as if a lightning bolt has gone through her. There is a sense of urgency and a fear of losing him entirely if she does not respond. The package is placed on the couch and her hands quickly reach to grab his. Her fingers curl around his and a firm squeeze is given to them. ]
I would rather be here and endure any pain. I will not stand for you feeling as if you have been abandoned to this fate--that Ishgard has been abandoned. You are my husband-to-be, and Ishgard is my home, and I will bleed out if necessary to keep both.
[ Without direction or even the hesitance that gripped her before, Alkaid moves him to sit down on the couch once more. She stands between his legs, wrapping her arms around him, and guiding his head to rest on her shoulder. There is little else she can do other than heal his wounds, encourage his aether to flow, and remind him of her presence. She has no idea if that is truly going to be enough as he continues to be tempered... but what else can she do?
Her ear lifts as she hears the door open. Estinien enters once more, directing a member of the Storm to place the dinners on the table. A look is shared between Alkaid and Estinien. The dragoon of course questions the change of circumstance, but Alkaid shakes her head. It seems Aymeric will continue to move back and forth between the driven man to return to Thordan, and the more exhausted one that fights against such a notion. Her hand raises to gently brush through his hair and Estinien closes his eyes. Once dinner is set, the dragoon ushers the Storm member from the room and leaves the two to themselves once more.
Alkaid presses a kiss to the top of Aymeric's head. Her poor knight. She has the feeling--the sinking feeling--that he will be forced to chose between the adoration of his father's memory or Ishgard as she stands now. While she is certain that, in his right mind, he would chose the path that would continue Ishgard forward? The primal has most certainly warped those memories and placed him in a state similar to that of before the Dragonsong War ended. Her fingers continue to brush through his hair and down the back of his neck before circling upwards once more. ]
I promise, my brave knight. We will go home. Once this matter is settled and you are better? We will return to Ishgard. We will help everyone there rebuild, and, if you still wish, we will finally be married. [ Alkaid tilts her head against his, hiding her face in his hair. ] Even if I must do it alone? I will free Ishgard and her people so all might decide what life to pursue.
[ The arm still wrapped around him squeezes him tightly as the resolve burns inside her. Lantaa still feels broken and lost, but, she cannot let that cloud what others might need. Ishgard needs its Saviors once more, and she will do whatever it requires of her. After all, she has already been scared and bruised, changed permanently in some ways in her time in the First.
King Thordan and his Knights of Twelve will not take her home and her mate away.
Eventually, she does pull back enough to be able to gather their dinner. She carefully sets it together on one tray and sits beside him, showing that she does intend to eat her meal along side him. In a way, she has already lost track of how long Aymeric has been like this, and knows it may yet be many more days before she hears from the Scions. She will push forward and do whatever Aymeric requires of her--be it an aid to eat, company, or even someone to verbally spar with. Whatever it is he will need to keep him fighting until they have the cure. ]