[ She presses her body to his. Although, it is more accurate to say her weight gives way and she leans against him to keep herself upright. Her forehead rests against his and she exhales deeply. The twinge at her side has burst into pain, causing her whole frame to shake. She most certainly has strained herself and will never hear the end of it from the healers in Ishgard. The pain is in her eyes even as she attempts to ignore it and focus on him. ]

I would rather your distractions above all else. [ Her breathing becomes uneven the longer she stays in such a position.... but he must know... he must understand...

She nuzzles her nose against his again. Her eyes drift shut as she focuses on her words. Although, truth be told, she is merely saying what comes to mind in this instance. ] I don't want you to change at all. I want you to be you: Ser Aymeric de Borel... the man I love... the man I fell in love with the first moment I saw him...

[ Oh, yes, he had told her to lay down again. Her eyes open partway to look below her. Suddenly, the idea of moving in such a way seems all but impossible with the way her body shakes in pain. Her face scrunches up slightly. ]

...only if you lie down with me.