[ A nod is given to his query. It might be for the best. Alkaid moves as she is directed and aided by him, turning her head at the last moment to steal a brief kiss from him. Then, she offers a playful but strained smile.
She looks up at him as he lays her down. Her hands immediately raise to grab onto the fabric of the undershirt. A silent plea that he not leave her and that he does stay with her. Perhaps she might have explanations for her sister or even a chirurgeon if they see her and the Lord Speaker in such a way. Unless, all of Ishgard knows their arrangement now...
Her hand raises to his face as she gently traces his features. Her head has started to swim once again, but the pounding has ceased for now. Instead, she sits in a place that is awake, but feeling lucid at the same time. Pain, but also numb. ]
There is nothing to forgive, my love. [ Her voice lowers so only he might hear. Her fingers trail along his jaw. ] Ser Aymeric de Borel, always able to find me no matter where I am... and bring me home.
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She looks up at him as he lays her down. Her hands immediately raise to grab onto the fabric of the undershirt. A silent plea that he not leave her and that he does stay with her. Perhaps she might have explanations for her sister or even a chirurgeon if they see her and the Lord Speaker in such a way. Unless, all of Ishgard knows their arrangement now...
Her hand raises to his face as she gently traces his features. Her head has started to swim once again, but the pounding has ceased for now. Instead, she sits in a place that is awake, but feeling lucid at the same time. Pain, but also numb. ]
There is nothing to forgive, my love. [ Her voice lowers so only he might hear. Her fingers trail along his jaw. ] Ser Aymeric de Borel, always able to find me no matter where I am... and bring me home.