[ There is a part of her that has missed the banter that she and Estinien have engaged in. Although she certainly felt exasperated by him at times, she also felt that she could relate to him more than she could with others. They might well be prickly and often argumentative, but she found their conversations... stimulating, for lack of a better word. ]
And would that not have brought you peace when you finally achieved your goal? I am all too aware that violence has accompanied us along our respective paths.
[ She tilts her head to one side while pondering that revelation. ] So war has once again descended upon Ishgardian lands. Or could it be that it never truly left? Was it forming and growing beneath the surface waiting for the right moment to show itself?
[ With her other hand, she presses a finger against her lips while she mulls this over. ]
King Thordan has returned... Even I could not have predicted such a turn of events. And Ser Aymeric...?
[ Her expression sobers then; she may not have seen eye to eye with the then Lord Commander, having found him far too naive and full of ideals. And yet, it did not escape her notice that he truly was, and is, a good man: a good man who did not deserve the fate that evidently befell him. ]
For what little good it will do, I sincerely hope that he recovers and is himself once more.
[ But Aymeric is not the only one who should be worried after. She wonders who cares for Estinien; surely he insists that he can care for himself, but everyone needs care from time to time. ]
And how do you fare while all this is happening? I imagine that if you were truly well you would not be out here alone.
[ But he seems to welcome being alone, so perhaps that is not so strange. Still, she believes something must be troubling him, if only he will tell her what it is. Worries for his friend, no doubt, but she would rather hear the words from him. ]
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And would that not have brought you peace when you finally achieved your goal? I am all too aware that violence has accompanied us along our respective paths.
[ She tilts her head to one side while pondering that revelation. ] So war has once again descended upon Ishgardian lands. Or could it be that it never truly left? Was it forming and growing beneath the surface waiting for the right moment to show itself?
[ With her other hand, she presses a finger against her lips while she mulls this over. ]
King Thordan has returned... Even I could not have predicted such a turn of events. And Ser Aymeric...?
[ Her expression sobers then; she may not have seen eye to eye with the then Lord Commander, having found him far too naive and full of ideals. And yet, it did not escape her notice that he truly was, and is, a good man: a good man who did not deserve the fate that evidently befell him. ]
For what little good it will do, I sincerely hope that he recovers and is himself once more.
[ But Aymeric is not the only one who should be worried after. She wonders who cares for Estinien; surely he insists that he can care for himself, but everyone needs care from time to time. ]
And how do you fare while all this is happening? I imagine that if you were truly well you would not be out here alone.
[ But he seems to welcome being alone, so perhaps that is not so strange. Still, she believes something must be troubling him, if only he will tell her what it is. Worries for his friend, no doubt, but she would rather hear the words from him. ]