[ She moves her hand from his arm to his back, gently rubbing it to aid with the coughs. He intends to return to his duties despite the fever and cough? Alkaid merely gives him a look of disapproval but does not voice anything further. If he is so intent on work? She then must get him to a position where he is well enough to attend. There is not a doubt in her abilities, nor his to be well, but she suspects his illness may run deeper than he first expects. ]
Then, you can give me the brief version at breakfast, and then detail it to me in full when you are home for dinner. On time. Otherwise, the head maid may very well fret more.
[ However, Alkaid returns to luring him to sleep. She dozes off herself, upright and against the headboard. The sun is what wakes her. She opens her eyes and looks down at the resting Lord Speaker in her lap. She gently brushes his hair down once more before slipping from underneath him and guiding him to rest on the pillows. Her hand touches his forehead to find that his fever has lessened, but, it still persists. Alkaid's face scrunches before she pulls the covers over him once more and grabs the robe meant for her that rests with the rest of her clothing beside his. She slips quietly from the room and makes her way to the kitchen.
Unsurprisingly, the staff is already awake and offer her morning greetings. Alkaid smiles in return, explaining the situation that the lord of the house finds himself in. The head maid rambles on of how she knew what was wrong, where the steward sighs and directs Alkaid to the pantry. There are enough herbs to make some tonic, but not quite the kind she would make. She makes a note to visit the Jeweled Crozier later in the day.
Regardless, she gets to work alongside the head maid as she tends to breakfast. There is a certain joy that comes to her to tend to the manor and see affairs in order. The pace is different than the endless beating drum of being a Scion and Warrior of Light. It is only an hour later the steward returns as a guest has come to the manor: Lord Artoirel de Fortemps.
Alkaid rushes to the front door to greet him in the foyer. A wide smile is given to him, to which he returns, unaware that she had returned to Ishgard. The conversation does not last long. He explains that he had visited to escort Ser Aymeric in a friendly gesture, and Alkaid instantly begs that he not try make Aymeric return to his duties that morning. If need be, and it would not be trouble, she asks that Artoriel bring the paperwork to the maner and she will see certain that he attends to at least that. Artoriel seems to consider it for a long moment, but something tells her that the young Lord Foretemps had already agreed to the idea. He promises to return later that morning and sees himself out.
She breathes a small breath of relief before hearing a sound from the bedroom. Her ears lift, and Alkaid finds herself quickly rushing down the halls. Perhaps it is not that different from rushing from place to place after all.
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Then, you can give me the brief version at breakfast, and then detail it to me in full when you are home for dinner. On time. Otherwise, the head maid may very well fret more.
[ However, Alkaid returns to luring him to sleep. She dozes off herself, upright and against the headboard. The sun is what wakes her. She opens her eyes and looks down at the resting Lord Speaker in her lap. She gently brushes his hair down once more before slipping from underneath him and guiding him to rest on the pillows. Her hand touches his forehead to find that his fever has lessened, but, it still persists. Alkaid's face scrunches before she pulls the covers over him once more and grabs the robe meant for her that rests with the rest of her clothing beside his. She slips quietly from the room and makes her way to the kitchen.
Unsurprisingly, the staff is already awake and offer her morning greetings. Alkaid smiles in return, explaining the situation that the lord of the house finds himself in. The head maid rambles on of how she knew what was wrong, where the steward sighs and directs Alkaid to the pantry. There are enough herbs to make some tonic, but not quite the kind she would make. She makes a note to visit the Jeweled Crozier later in the day.
Regardless, she gets to work alongside the head maid as she tends to breakfast. There is a certain joy that comes to her to tend to the manor and see affairs in order. The pace is different than the endless beating drum of being a Scion and Warrior of Light. It is only an hour later the steward returns as a guest has come to the manor: Lord Artoirel de Fortemps.
Alkaid rushes to the front door to greet him in the foyer. A wide smile is given to him, to which he returns, unaware that she had returned to Ishgard. The conversation does not last long. He explains that he had visited to escort Ser Aymeric in a friendly gesture, and Alkaid instantly begs that he not try make Aymeric return to his duties that morning. If need be, and it would not be trouble, she asks that Artoriel bring the paperwork to the maner and she will see certain that he attends to at least that. Artoriel seems to consider it for a long moment, but something tells her that the young Lord Foretemps had already agreed to the idea. He promises to return later that morning and sees himself out.
She breathes a small breath of relief before hearing a sound from the bedroom. Her ears lift, and Alkaid finds herself quickly rushing down the halls. Perhaps it is not that different from rushing from place to place after all.
Alkaid opens the door and looks inside. ]
Aymeric?