Temple Knights are used to weathering the storms, as I am certain you know, Ser Aymeric! [ Emmanellain does his best to seem far more imposing and knightly than he is in that moment. Alkaid shakes her head with a gentle smile. ] Those we've managed to find so far will be elated to see the Lord Speaker well. We had feared the worse. Come, this way, I shall do my best to inform you of the situation as we walk.
[ Alkaid's hand moves back to find Aymeric's once more, fingers sliding between his, and a comforting squeeze given. They all still feel the loss of Haurchefaunt in some way. While perhaps his passing hurt her sister more? Alkaid still feels the burden of being unable to save him. It is not a burden she will allow to consume her, which is why she is so certain they will save Ishgard now. ]
Please, Ser, you've no reason to t-thank me! Or repayment. W-well, I suppose informing my father might be a place to start...
[ They begin to follow the younger Elezen and Alkaid falls into step besides Aymeric once more. She still feels the cold, inside and out, but knows it must be pressed to the side for now. The time to deal with her own bone deep exhaustion can come once they are somewhere warm and have assessed the situation. Then, maybe, she might have enough time to speak with Aymeric... ]
I say, old lass. Are you often so familiar with our dear Lord Speaker?
[ Alkaid snaps from her thoughts to look back at the younger lord who thrives on gossip. Her ears lift under her hood and a smile forms on her face. Emmanellain glances between the pair of them with eyebrows raised and an expectation of a grand story. ]
I thought it was an open secret to all of Ishgard that we're to be wed, Emmanellain. Has your time in Camp Dragonhead removed you from the social circles? [ There is a familiar tease in her voice and the younger Elezen begins to stammer. ] I was fairly sure the first to even catch wind of it were the Temple Knights in Gyr Abania... not to mention I am housed with Ser Aymeric when I return home to Ishgard.
W-well, I... I would not presume the rumors were true! Are they?!
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[ Alkaid's hand moves back to find Aymeric's once more, fingers sliding between his, and a comforting squeeze given. They all still feel the loss of Haurchefaunt in some way. While perhaps his passing hurt her sister more? Alkaid still feels the burden of being unable to save him. It is not a burden she will allow to consume her, which is why she is so certain they will save Ishgard now. ]
Please, Ser, you've no reason to t-thank me! Or repayment. W-well, I suppose informing my father might be a place to start...
[ They begin to follow the younger Elezen and Alkaid falls into step besides Aymeric once more. She still feels the cold, inside and out, but knows it must be pressed to the side for now. The time to deal with her own bone deep exhaustion can come once they are somewhere warm and have assessed the situation. Then, maybe, she might have enough time to speak with Aymeric... ]
I say, old lass. Are you often so familiar with our dear Lord Speaker?
[ Alkaid snaps from her thoughts to look back at the younger lord who thrives on gossip. Her ears lift under her hood and a smile forms on her face. Emmanellain glances between the pair of them with eyebrows raised and an expectation of a grand story. ]
I thought it was an open secret to all of Ishgard that we're to be wed, Emmanellain. Has your time in Camp Dragonhead removed you from the social circles? [ There is a familiar tease in her voice and the younger Elezen begins to stammer. ] I was fairly sure the first to even catch wind of it were the Temple Knights in Gyr Abania... not to mention I am housed with Ser Aymeric when I return home to Ishgard.
W-well, I... I would not presume the rumors were true! Are they?!