[ Before Aymeric can speak, K'thisru stirs on the bed, the voices she is hearing causing her to rouse just a little. Of course, she has to labor to even push herself into a half-sitting position, but she needs to know that her sister is all right. Ignoring the way her head swims and her vision blurs for just a moment, she follows the sound of the voices until her head turns and she sees Alkaid and Aymeric.
Satisfied that at least Alkaid is speaking and capable of leaning against Aymeric, if nothing else, K'thisru returns to lying down once more. She imagines that if her sister has any injuries or other needs, Aymeric will do his best to see them cared for.
K'thisru's movements have not escaped Aymeric's notice, and he keeps a watchful eye as he sees her rise and then lie back down once more. Turning back to look at Alkaid, he nods. ] She knows you are here, and she is all right. Like you, she merely requires rest and time to recover.
[ At least, that is his understanding of the matter. The chirurgeons assured him that was the case, and as is typical of him, he made sure to personally give both girls a quick examination himself, looking for any obvious signs of injury. He might not have a healer's eye, and he certainly cannot see internal injury, but he contented himself knowing that at least externally, there was nothing glaringly wrong. Alkaid's scar concerned him, of course, but that wound has healed as far as he can tell.
Even so, he is resolved to continue insisting that the sisters rest until they are fully recovered. ]
I will not be leaving you. You need not be afraid of that. [ He has made it quite clear that his place is here, and barring the arrival of another Calamity, he will not be leaving. ]
Give me a moment, then. [ He sheds the armor with relative ease, even some of the harder to reach clasps not troubling him over much. Eventually, the armor is placed on the nearest table, and because he does not want to take up too much room on the bed, he merely sits on the edge of it, being mindful not to jar her too much and inadvertently cause her pain. ]
Are you certain you do not require anything? Something simple that you can eat, or I can give to you... A broth, or tea?
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Satisfied that at least Alkaid is speaking and capable of leaning against Aymeric, if nothing else, K'thisru returns to lying down once more. She imagines that if her sister has any injuries or other needs, Aymeric will do his best to see them cared for.
K'thisru's movements have not escaped Aymeric's notice, and he keeps a watchful eye as he sees her rise and then lie back down once more. Turning back to look at Alkaid, he nods. ] She knows you are here, and she is all right. Like you, she merely requires rest and time to recover.
[ At least, that is his understanding of the matter. The chirurgeons assured him that was the case, and as is typical of him, he made sure to personally give both girls a quick examination himself, looking for any obvious signs of injury. He might not have a healer's eye, and he certainly cannot see internal injury, but he contented himself knowing that at least externally, there was nothing glaringly wrong. Alkaid's scar concerned him, of course, but that wound has healed as far as he can tell.
Even so, he is resolved to continue insisting that the sisters rest until they are fully recovered. ]
I will not be leaving you. You need not be afraid of that. [ He has made it quite clear that his place is here, and barring the arrival of another Calamity, he will not be leaving. ]
Give me a moment, then. [ He sheds the armor with relative ease, even some of the harder to reach clasps not troubling him over much. Eventually, the armor is placed on the nearest table, and because he does not want to take up too much room on the bed, he merely sits on the edge of it, being mindful not to jar her too much and inadvertently cause her pain. ]
Are you certain you do not require anything? Something simple that you can eat, or I can give to you... A broth, or tea?