[ Alkaid pauses, if only long enough to swallow the sudden emotions that spring to her throat. It is clear that his words have struck their mark. A sense of peace comes to her then. She gently rubs her cheek into his chest and closes her eyes to keep the tears at bay. The way her ears twitch and her tail settles should be the insight he needs to how deeply she feels his answer. Her knight and love. Somehow, regardless of what strife ails her heart, he knows how to soothe it.

A gentle laugh comes from her at his playful attempt at being pompous. By far it is the one thing that Aymeric is not.

She gently rolls from him to lay at his side. Her hands slide from behind his neck to his shirt and give a soft tug for him to lay with her. Once he has, no time is wasted before she moves back into his arms and pressed against his frame. She supposes they ought to lay underneath the blankets as well. ]

I... would like to hear your lengthy answer. [ Her ears bend down once more, as if embarrassed or ashamed of what she will say next. ] I've missed speaking with you like this... being beside you in bed...

[ Alkaid quickly glances away in order to bury the pain once more. The pain and heartache that his tempering brought. She does not blame him--not for one moment. Yet, how deeply she feared losing him is something she cannot entirely shake. Memories of the assassination attempt dare to spring to mind once more, but she refuses to give them a second thought.

She raises her gaze to his once more. ] Thisru is far better a Warrior of Light and an example of one than I am.