[ That is all that she might need. Although, she imagines his desire to comfort and support also turns into the need to protect them. Her gaze softens. Aymeric is always one to worry for them, but he no doubt must feel as if he has failed them in some manner.

She offers a playful smile to him. The best she can manage anyways. ]

A conjurer would have another heal her.

[ Still, she does as he has asked, only moving as she might need at his direction. Then, she raises her arm in order to look down at her side. Her lips press together at the unseemly sight of the large bruises decorating the side where the scar from Zenos lay.

It would certainly explain the pain.

Alkaid sighs and lowers her arm to look back at him. At least she can move easier now without the restraints of the fabric. Ears twitch once and she moves to sit beside him, feet hanging off the bed. Her hands move then to gently curl around his and squeeze them as best as she can. ]

I hope you do not blame yourself for any of this, my love. [ The thought that her sister might overhear does strike her. Yet, she imagines that all that might come from it is teasing. ] We may have found out what has happened to the other Scions...