[ She continues to rock him back and forth, hand once again beginning to rub his shoulders. The tension there is obvious and she wonders what troubles his mind. Surely, it must be Ishgard, and the state of his people. Her ears press further to the side of her head as she kisses the top of his own. Now is not the time to be selfish even if she wishes to be. He has need to know what has befallen their home and the people that make Ishgard what she is. ]

I'm certain Ishgard will remain. We will need to get you back on your feet as soon as possible in order to make the trip to Corethas. [ Her nose presses to his head as a shaking sigh leaves her. A brief moment passes before her gaze slips towards the bed. ] Any information is likely to be of use at the moment. Still, we can focus on that in the morning.

[ Or not at all... as she would wish nothing more than to beside him for a time.

His request is met with her hands curling into his shirt once more. Why would he think he would need to ask her for her company? They are to be wed. He is her mate--the one her heart and soil cry out to for protection. He woild never need to ask for her company. ]

Where else would I have need to be than by the side of my betrothed? My lord, my knight. [ And, she would rather not be parted from him ever again. She does not even wish to move from where they are, as that would mean they would need to separate. Her fingers gently weave in and out of the locks of hair. Even after all that has happened since the first time they've met? His hair remains ever so soft. ]

We ought to get you back to bed. Unless, there is something you wish to have before then?