[ If he does not shun her by appearances alone, then, perhaps he will not of she tells him how it came to happen. Maybe he will not see her as the monster Emet-Selch taunted her and her sister as. Maybe she could put it behind her and move forward again. All of those things seem like such the daunting task and she is far too tired to approach them.

She gently nudges his hands with her cheek with her tail swaying all the meanwhile. He as deduced her state accurately as he always does. Aymeric has a talent for reading others--her especially. His fingers glide away her tears and a smile comes to her face. Her memories of his caresses and voice never seem to give him justice as he deserves. Even now she gives a pleased shudder; simply happy to feel his skin against hers.

Ears atop her head perk at the title. Alkaid raises her head to him again. The usual sparkle returns to her eyes even if it is dimmed slightly. The Exarch--G'raha, no, Raha, had called her such a thing before. Lady Alkaid de Borel. Aymeric's lady, his wife, his mate. His love. ]

Yes. [ Her answer is direct and quick, more like her normal self. ] You have ever been and always will be my knight. My love.

[ A shake of her head is given and he pulls her closer. She cares little for her rest if they cannot rest together. That has ever been the case and will be. She is far too used to his being beside her. No other room will do for it is their room. ]

...we rest together. As always. [ Her hand gives a gentle tug to the armor. ] I-I can help if you need it...