[ Her eyebrows turn upwards once he speaks. The look of love he has in his eyes is met with her own that seems ready to pour out of her at any moment. Yet, it seems her underlining meaning has gone unnoticed, which is to be expected. She has not told him of the origins they learned for their star on the First. Alphinaud has most certainly compiled a lengthy report of it all for the Alliance leaders by now. One that Aymeric most certainly has read. Though she suspects, as with all her retelling, it will mean something more to hear it from her. There is an urge--a need--to tell him what they had learned; what she suspects their case might be. Now is not the time. Perhaps once they return to Corethas and have gathered the state of his people.

She raises her other hand to hold his head the moment the wave of exhaustion hits him and his head dips forward. He clearly needs to rest more, instead of trying to carry her broken state at the moment. Alkaid slowly stands then with her mind made up. The cols hands still rest on each side of his face. She looks down at him with her eyes never leaving his. ]

We should retire for now. [ Her tone shows she has every intention of helping him back into bed. This time she will join him under the covers. She hesitates to kiss his forehead, an action that she never hesitates to inact. Her heart is so raw and battered that she is unsure if he would even wish her affections. She may not be a monster, even still seeing her as LantaaI, but the hurt and trauma make her pause. She does not wish to hurt him more by all she has inside her. ] When we return to Corethas? I... I will tell you more.

[ As she has much to tell him and more for him to understand. ] Then, we can return home. Together.