[ Her expression softens. She as well has no idea why was her or her sister that had been chosen by Hydaelyn. Why, it seems, they must be the one to start the change and cause fate's wheels to turn. The thoughts clearly cross her face as she continues to trail her fingers up and down his jawline. She did not wish for fate to surround them, or to dictate the way nations sway. All she has wanted is a life for her and her sister where they might travel and have a place to call home.

Of course, she supposes, without the Blessing of Light? She would have never met Aymeric... ]

...would we have met if it wasn't for the fact we are the Warriors of Light? [ Her gaze drops to the side and her tail moves along the bed underneath the blanket. ] What if we had never met at all...?

[ Of course, she can only speak for herself, even if her thoughts feel as if they are made of mud. She, of course, had never really known what she had been missing in her life. Just the idea--the dream--of a person that might be just her own. Perhaps the idea had never crossed his mind. Mayhap, even, he had never truly wanted a significant other, and was merely content being the Lord Commander of Ishgard.

The thought of not having met him causes tears to gather in her eyes. The hand at his jaw moves to curl against her chest. Without warning, she curls against him, regardless if he is not under the blankets as she is. It all hurts, and she feels as if everything is made of lead, but she does not want to be apart form him in this instance. ]

It hurts... which means Thisru is hurting... I-I should see to her...