[ At his shiver, Alkaid reaches for the covers to tuck them around him further. She removes the damp cloth, leaning over to place it beside the bowl. Then, a hand returns to the top of his head and the other rests on his arm. She gently rubs it in an attempt to comfort through what his body surely is struggling with. She will need to make a potion once he is resting entirely, which reminds her that perhaps she ought to fill a small basket of medicines for the manor... ]

One by one, people can be reminded of kindness and hope. [ Her fingers brush his bangs away. However, she pauses as he continues. Her tail comes to a stop before swaying happily at the term he has picked for her. He rarely uses it, unlike her, which surely makes it all the more special. Perhaps she should act in a similar manner. ] Then, you can care for me all that you wish, and show me all that Ishgard has to offer with the restoration and the happiness you have all found.

[ She laughs gently. ] Of course, Aymeric. As long as you wish me to stay... and perhaps even longer, just to indulge my own wishes.

And, if you wish, I will tell you all that happened on the First in the morning.

[ Alkaid closes her eyes as she continues the gentle touches to lure him back into something of a restful sleep. She has quite the list of duties forming for the morrow. Medicine crafting, tending to the home and Aymeric's fever, telling him what transpired on the First, and giving him the present she had made that she neglected to give him that evening. However, it did not seem like the appropriate time for a gift. His needs are far more important at the moment. Especially as she sees it partly of her own doing that he is in the state he is. ]