[ Her posture falls ever so slightly at the reaction in his expression. It does not take a mind reader to see that he is far from pleased from the turn of events. While Artoriel would come to check on Aymeric in a friendly way--perhaps one might with family--Alkaid worries that her beloved would not see it that way. Her hands come together to begin twisting her fingers in a habit that he is most certainly used to by now.

She merely nods to his statements. Of course, breakfast will be served for the pair of them, and she is certain the head maid will bring the medicine she made as well. Alkaid decides it is best to do something, and moves to pull the covers for him. Then, she moves to the drawers and pulls a fresh nightshirt for him. She brings it back, gesturing for him to remove the one he has slept in so she might place it with the rest of the clothes to be washed.

Once he has settled in the bed, she leans forward to test his forehead. Her cheeks puff slightly at how his fever persists. She takes the bowl and cloth back into the bathroom and returns a few minutes later with fresh water and a new cloth. She wets it, wrings it, then places it to his forehead once more even if he is sitting down.

Alkaid then sits beside him on the bed once more. Her gaze moves downwards before she inhales and looks back to him. She smiles at him, hands in her lap, pushing her posture to sit properly. ]

Well, since my lord cannot attend the meetings he wishes to, I ought to hold a meeting just for you this morning. [ Her ears perk up slightly from her head, after what feels like quite a long time, and she smiles as one might expect a Warrior of Light to. ] As I'm newly returned from the First, what would the Lord Speaker wish for me to share? Something you would wish a report on?