[ She would not stand for him to offer his life in place of hers. While she too would take any manner of wound or hurt for him? She refuses to allow either one of them to die now. Once they have grown old, and have spent a lifetime together. The very idea of losing him now...
Her gaze lifts to his once more, water filling her eyes. It is not that he says she is beautiful inside or out, for that part has never truly mattered much to her. It is the fact that he still sees her as her. She bites down on her lip and raises a hand to brush the tears away from her face. That truly was what she had feared: he being unable to see her through all that her adventures might do to her person.
She does wish her sister might be here to hold, even for a brief moment. Though that is an entirely selfish notion. She is the one that needs the comfort and reassurances, not K'thisru.
Alkaid melts into his hold with little direction. Her head rests between his neck and shoulder, eyes closed, a few more tears finding their way down her face. Part of her does not understand why she is acting the way she is. The rational side moves to point out everything that is true in what he says and that Aymeric would not lie to her; not about this. So then, why is it, she feels that all of her is falling apart? She has seen war and death... so why...
The door creaks open and the steward indeed does step inside. Alkaid spares him a glance wrapped in apologies before turning her face into his neck once more. She does not focus on the conversation he and Aymeric have. Instead, her attention goes entirely into listening to the sound of Aymeric's voice and his breathing. ]
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Her gaze lifts to his once more, water filling her eyes. It is not that he says she is beautiful inside or out, for that part has never truly mattered much to her. It is the fact that he still sees her as her. She bites down on her lip and raises a hand to brush the tears away from her face. That truly was what she had feared: he being unable to see her through all that her adventures might do to her person.
She does wish her sister might be here to hold, even for a brief moment. Though that is an entirely selfish notion. She is the one that needs the comfort and reassurances, not K'thisru.
Alkaid melts into his hold with little direction. Her head rests between his neck and shoulder, eyes closed, a few more tears finding their way down her face. Part of her does not understand why she is acting the way she is. The rational side moves to point out everything that is true in what he says and that Aymeric would not lie to her; not about this. So then, why is it, she feels that all of her is falling apart? She has seen war and death... so why...
The door creaks open and the steward indeed does step inside. Alkaid spares him a glance wrapped in apologies before turning her face into his neck once more. She does not focus on the conversation he and Aymeric have. Instead, her attention goes entirely into listening to the sound of Aymeric's voice and his breathing. ]