[ One ear lifts as she hears the rustle of sheets and turns towards the source. That must be K'thisru, even if Alkaid can hardly see her. She attempts to turn and move once more to her sister, but the pain from her side shoots up her spine. She muffles the sound that tries to break out from her. Her shoulders curl upwards and a trembling hand reaches for her side. ]
It shouldn't hurt... it's been healed, not reopened...
[ Yet, she can tell how her own aether knots and twists at the site. Had she taken a hit that she cannot remember? It would hardly be surprising. The entire encounter with Zenos--the Ascian wearing his body--is a blur now thanks to the mysterious man that reached out toher and her sister. Alkaid tilts her head down to look at the wound to see she is dressed in a simple, but light, Ishgardian sleeping gown. A frown comes to her face as she'll need to inspect her side to see what is wrong.
Her gaze raises the moment he sits back on the bed. K'thisru must be injured as she is then. Her instincts as a conjurer demand she pushes herself to see what has befallen her sister, but she also is aware that Aymeric will not let her leave the bed. A smile forms on her face at his words regardless of their situation.
Shaking hands raise from her side to gently rest on his arm and leg. Her head rests against the same arm as a deep shaking exhale leaves her. She should eat, but she can hardly hold onto anything, and would not ask him to aid her in that. ]
I need to remove the gown. [ Normally, such a statement might be playful, but there is too much pain for her to even jest of it. ] O-or, at least, to have it lifted so I might see why it hurts...
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It shouldn't hurt... it's been healed, not reopened...
[ Yet, she can tell how her own aether knots and twists at the site. Had she taken a hit that she cannot remember? It would hardly be surprising. The entire encounter with Zenos--the Ascian wearing his body--is a blur now thanks to the mysterious man that reached out toher and her sister. Alkaid tilts her head down to look at the wound to see she is dressed in a simple, but light, Ishgardian sleeping gown. A frown comes to her face as she'll need to inspect her side to see what is wrong.
Her gaze raises the moment he sits back on the bed. K'thisru must be injured as she is then. Her instincts as a conjurer demand she pushes herself to see what has befallen her sister, but she also is aware that Aymeric will not let her leave the bed. A smile forms on her face at his words regardless of their situation.
Shaking hands raise from her side to gently rest on his arm and leg. Her head rests against the same arm as a deep shaking exhale leaves her. She should eat, but she can hardly hold onto anything, and would not ask him to aid her in that. ]
I need to remove the gown. [ Normally, such a statement might be playful, but there is too much pain for her to even jest of it. ] O-or, at least, to have it lifted so I might see why it hurts...