[ She watches how he moves when he speaks, the tone of his voice, the look upon his face. She would argue that he cannot serve his citystate and people in the condition he is in. However, given his emotional and mental state the night before? Alkaid does not wish to press something that instead could lead to an argument or him further feeling as if he has let Ishgard down. ]

Artoriel already came to fetch you, worried that he had not seen you this morning. [ Her voice lowers as she suddenly worries that he will be cross with her. She stands by that she has done the right thing as the healer that tends to him the most. Yet, being his healer and being his mate are very different. ] You are in no condition to leave, Aymeric. Not without aid, and I'm certain you would not wish to appear to the House of Commons and Lords with me or Artoriel helping you to your office and meetings...

[ With her ears still pressed entirely to her head, she gestures once more to the bed to make her point. ]

He will bring the paperwork you need and will most certainly will answer any questions, and take back your thoughts and feedback. I requested it of him, and he more willingly agreed. He was not angry you are not well nor did he expect you to jump to your feet to join him. So, please, Aymeric. Return to bed and I will fetch a fresh shirt for you.

[ Then, her tail curls around her as she worries that he will rebuke the idea. Less for the hurt it would bring, and more for his own sake. ]