You would be quite busy in certain parts of Ishgard if you made that your task. [ Alkaid gently nuzzles her nose into his hair. ] Not everyone would accept such a claim, but, not everyone must. I am to you, and that is what matters most to me.

[ She gently squeezes her arms around him at his question. Oh, Aymeric, her poor knight. The world has been so unkind to him. Others have suffered more--and he most certainly would be the first to point to that fact--but that matters little to her. He is one of the few people whose suffering she can directly aid. He has been left alone for perhaps not all of his life, but enough that it has festered deep down below his titles and mantles. ]

Of course, my love. [ Alkaid shifts enough so he might be able to pull her close and hold onto her. ] If I am not right in this room, then I am merely fetching breakfast for us... but I will be here.

[ Her hand continues to even out his hair and its strands, even once he has finally found sleep. While she usually follows suit, or even sleeps before him, her state of wakefulness lingers for a span of time. There is an excitement to share what she has learned that makes her feel almost as if she were a kitten once more with a grand surprise. Beyond that, her mind moves over steps and what actions she might take in the morning to make certain he is cared for and prove that she remains with him. Even furthermore, how will she phrase her letter of retirement?

All thoughts swirl in her mind before she too finally drifts into a light slumber in his arms. ]