[ She waits a moment, giving him time to finish his thought. Once it is clear he will not voice the rest of his answer? She nods, the fingers in his hair curling further into his locks to untangle the strands. ]
I will write the letter in the morning. I cannot put the duties of Hydaelyn's Champion aside, but the work of a Scion I can put to rest.
[ Alkaid pauses for a brief moment as her shoulders curl. Her tail does awell, gently pressing to her leg with the tip of it near his hand. Then, she adds barely above a whisper: ]
Maybe we will be able to finally begin planning our wedding.
[ She shakes her head to rid herself of the water that gathers in her closed eyes. Now is certainly not the time for tears. Aymeric needs tending to , as well as anything else that may arise before they rest. She shifts slightly, adjusting how her legs rest underneath his head to make it give him a more comfortable place to rest.
Her fingers continue to move at the scar, frowning slightly at how the muscles pull and tug. He is one of the strongest men she knows, willing to shoulder the burden of an entire city and nation to lead them to peace. They are only mortal, only human, and while the wound certainly causes no small amount of pain? At least he is not rendered unable to do the duties he tasks himself with... and at least he still walks the star with them. ]
It's been very cold while I've been away... hasn't it? Cold and no one to seek comfort and warmth from... because I was called away to the First... [ No upset is in her tone, merely reading the aether as it unfolds; making conjectures and observations. ] So much work that must be done for the restoration... not just from the war, but from the resummoning of King Thordan... even if Ser Fancel is overseeing it all... You've worked so very hard and so long... hours upon hours... even if the rooms grow cold, making the wound hurt more ...
[ Alkaid leans forward as much as she is able to with his head in her lap. She kisses his shoulder gently. ]
Oh, Aymeric, my poor knight... look at what I've done to you. [ She nudges his shoulder affectionately in way of apology. Yes, she most certainly must retire. He does not need to be burdened so much by her leaving. Not anymore. ] What else might I do to help bring your heart ease?
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I will write the letter in the morning. I cannot put the duties of Hydaelyn's Champion aside, but the work of a Scion I can put to rest.
[ Alkaid pauses for a brief moment as her shoulders curl. Her tail does awell, gently pressing to her leg with the tip of it near his hand. Then, she adds barely above a whisper: ]
Maybe we will be able to finally begin planning our wedding.
[ She shakes her head to rid herself of the water that gathers in her closed eyes. Now is certainly not the time for tears. Aymeric needs tending to , as well as anything else that may arise before they rest. She shifts slightly, adjusting how her legs rest underneath his head to make it give him a more comfortable place to rest.
Her fingers continue to move at the scar, frowning slightly at how the muscles pull and tug. He is one of the strongest men she knows, willing to shoulder the burden of an entire city and nation to lead them to peace. They are only mortal, only human, and while the wound certainly causes no small amount of pain? At least he is not rendered unable to do the duties he tasks himself with... and at least he still walks the star with them. ]
It's been very cold while I've been away... hasn't it? Cold and no one to seek comfort and warmth from... because I was called away to the First... [ No upset is in her tone, merely reading the aether as it unfolds; making conjectures and observations. ] So much work that must be done for the restoration... not just from the war, but from the resummoning of King Thordan... even if Ser Fancel is overseeing it all... You've worked so very hard and so long... hours upon hours... even if the rooms grow cold, making the wound hurt more ...
[ Alkaid leans forward as much as she is able to with his head in her lap. She kisses his shoulder gently. ]
Oh, Aymeric, my poor knight... look at what I've done to you. [ She nudges his shoulder affectionately in way of apology. Yes, she most certainly must retire. He does not need to be burdened so much by her leaving. Not anymore. ] What else might I do to help bring your heart ease?