[ He has not seen how the color of her hair has changed, but to him, it hardly matters. All he sees when he looks at her is the woman that he loves more than anything, and he only feels a sense of heartache that it is impossible for him to protect her from everything that might harm her physically and emotionally. He has to drive away the thought that frequently assails him that he is a poor partner and would-be husband, but as hard as he tries, thoughts along those lines have rooted themselves into his mind and continue to cut at his heart.
But now is not the time to focus on his hurt when hers is so plainly presented before him. He can only guess at what has hurt her, but the fact remains that he must help her however he can. He shifts her as gently as he can until she is in a position that feels secure to him; not that he would ever drop her, but he only wishes to ensure that she is comfortable. His eyes take in the details of her cloak and the slashes of red that appear, and a question forms in his mind as he notes how she seems to be hiding herself away... Is she hiding from him or from others' prying eyes?
Has he done her some manner of wrong that she would hide herself away? Is that why she ran from his home in the first place?
A stabbing sensation not unlike what he felt when he was struck by a knife lands in his heart and he has to will himself to not lose focus. Perhaps by running from their home, she was saying that she no longer wished to be in his home or to be in his life at all. If he were not holding onto her, his hands would clench into fists as the pain in his heart and the worry he has for her intensifies.
Still, until she tells him that she does not wish to be here in his family home, he intends to continue on his path forward. When her hand rests against his neck, he startles just slightly, because he feared that she would not wish to touch him again, that even his hold upon her was undesirable. ]
Lantaa, it's- If you do not wish to speak, do not force yourself. There will be time enough for explanations if you wish to give them, but I will not compel you to if you do not.
[ As they arrive at the manor and he walks through the door with her still in his arms and the ever faithful steward and maid offer their greetings, Aymeric finds himself standing there frozen. His fears are stronger than ever, but now is the worst time for them to surface. Alkaid needs him to be strong, and so with no small amount of effort, he pushes all of them away. ]
Tea or soup would be much appreciated, whichever you find is the simpler task. [ He quietly calls after the steward as he departs for the kitchen, knowing that he trusts the steward and the maid without question, although he is loathe to trouble them. But Alkaid feels chilled to him, as she was out in the elements for Halone knows how long, and he could not bear it if she became ill.
When the steward and the maid have gone, he hesitates. The study has a fireplace and it is as warm as one could hope for, but the bedroom is bound to be more comfortable, so that is where he takes her. ]
After you have had something hot to drink, you must rest, Lantaa.
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But now is not the time to focus on his hurt when hers is so plainly presented before him. He can only guess at what has hurt her, but the fact remains that he must help her however he can. He shifts her as gently as he can until she is in a position that feels secure to him; not that he would ever drop her, but he only wishes to ensure that she is comfortable. His eyes take in the details of her cloak and the slashes of red that appear, and a question forms in his mind as he notes how she seems to be hiding herself away... Is she hiding from him or from others' prying eyes?
Has he done her some manner of wrong that she would hide herself away? Is that why she ran from his home in the first place?
A stabbing sensation not unlike what he felt when he was struck by a knife lands in his heart and he has to will himself to not lose focus. Perhaps by running from their home, she was saying that she no longer wished to be in his home or to be in his life at all. If he were not holding onto her, his hands would clench into fists as the pain in his heart and the worry he has for her intensifies.
Still, until she tells him that she does not wish to be here in his family home, he intends to continue on his path forward. When her hand rests against his neck, he startles just slightly, because he feared that she would not wish to touch him again, that even his hold upon her was undesirable. ]
Lantaa, it's- If you do not wish to speak, do not force yourself. There will be time enough for explanations if you wish to give them, but I will not compel you to if you do not.
[ As they arrive at the manor and he walks through the door with her still in his arms and the ever faithful steward and maid offer their greetings, Aymeric finds himself standing there frozen. His fears are stronger than ever, but now is the worst time for them to surface. Alkaid needs him to be strong, and so with no small amount of effort, he pushes all of them away. ]
Tea or soup would be much appreciated, whichever you find is the simpler task. [ He quietly calls after the steward as he departs for the kitchen, knowing that he trusts the steward and the maid without question, although he is loathe to trouble them. But Alkaid feels chilled to him, as she was out in the elements for Halone knows how long, and he could not bear it if she became ill.
When the steward and the maid have gone, he hesitates. The study has a fireplace and it is as warm as one could hope for, but the bedroom is bound to be more comfortable, so that is where he takes her. ]
After you have had something hot to drink, you must rest, Lantaa.