[ Alkaid nods once more. Once he has his own meal, she begins eating her own. While she can certainly taste the meal? She feels so very far removed from it all. An odd sort of numbness takes her and she is not certain how to remove it or feel in touch with herself once more. Perhaps all she needs is sleep.
Dinner passes along quietly. Once completed, Alkaid slowly stands to move the cart to the side after collecting the dishes. Then, she turns back to Aymeric. Her hands move to help him from his armor, only fumbling as the exhaustion is evident on her. That hardly stops her from aiding him with it all, as she refuses to let what happened on the First keep her from tending to the man she considers her foundation.
With all armor and merely his undershirt remaining, Alkaid stands in front of him. Her ears tilt to her head and she twists her fingers. Should she ask for help in removing her own? She is capable of it, of course, but it is quite obvious how he wishes to care for her. Underneath the white robes that mimic those of white mages of eld is garb that was created for the Warrior of Darkness. Blacks, greys, purples and golds, with blue gems on the boots. Not to mention the robe itself gives way to reveal her legs.
It dawns on her then that perhaps the outfit would be too revealing for Ishgardian customs, and then, perhaps it might be offensive in some nature. She frowns, closing her eyes. The tail that normally sways curls up along her leg underneath the white robes he can see. Everything about her person feels so foreign, and she cannot help but worry that in the end he will not see her as his Lantaa anymore. ]
... m-my nightgowns, are they in the same place as before? [ Her voice is barely above a whisper as she feels part of her curl in on herself once more. Nothing of her feels like her, and she's not quite certain how to feel as herself again. ] Or...
[ Or were they moved to keep you from feeling my absence? ]
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Dinner passes along quietly. Once completed, Alkaid slowly stands to move the cart to the side after collecting the dishes. Then, she turns back to Aymeric. Her hands move to help him from his armor, only fumbling as the exhaustion is evident on her. That hardly stops her from aiding him with it all, as she refuses to let what happened on the First keep her from tending to the man she considers her foundation.
With all armor and merely his undershirt remaining, Alkaid stands in front of him. Her ears tilt to her head and she twists her fingers. Should she ask for help in removing her own? She is capable of it, of course, but it is quite obvious how he wishes to care for her. Underneath the white robes that mimic those of white mages of eld is garb that was created for the Warrior of Darkness. Blacks, greys, purples and golds, with blue gems on the boots. Not to mention the robe itself gives way to reveal her legs.
It dawns on her then that perhaps the outfit would be too revealing for Ishgardian customs, and then, perhaps it might be offensive in some nature. She frowns, closing her eyes. The tail that normally sways curls up along her leg underneath the white robes he can see. Everything about her person feels so foreign, and she cannot help but worry that in the end he will not see her as his Lantaa anymore. ]
... m-my nightgowns, are they in the same place as before? [ Her voice is barely above a whisper as she feels part of her curl in on herself once more. Nothing of her feels like her, and she's not quite certain how to feel as herself again. ] Or...
[ Or were they moved to keep you from feeling my absence? ]