[ The very notion that she might continue on this star without him is not one to even be considered in her mind. She would go to the very ends of creation and fight whatever she must if it meant keeping him alive and at her side. Oh, she very well could continue on without him, but it would hardly be her. She would move forward as some form of Alkaid Mercedes, but as Lantaa? No, that she very much doubts.
She wishes to speak with Aymeric as they might normally. There are so many things to tell him of about the First. The people, the places, the differences between the worlds while still being the same. How the Scions fair, and why K'thisru has elected to stay behind on the First for now. Yet, all those words seem liked away in her mind, unable to spring forward, as they would most certainly bring the memories of sin eaters and Light wardens with them as well. Instead, all she wishes to do is lean into him and be one with him again; to be able to think only of one another and their lives together.
However, such things must wait, as it would be rude to not eat or drink of what was brought for her.
She shifts against him, head tilting down to look at the food brought to them. Her ears still remain in a way that he can continue to stroke them. The small notion causes her eyes to close again and her tail to sway slightly. He is far more skilled at comforting her than perhaps he realizes. ]
We should finish taking off your armor. [ Alkaid still speaks in soft tones. Her eyes move back to his to seek his thoughts on the matter. ] Why are you wearing it...? Has something happened while I've been away?
[ No doubt it is simply habit for him. Even though there is no need to wear it within Ishgard or even as the Lord Speaker. ]
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She wishes to speak with Aymeric as they might normally. There are so many things to tell him of about the First. The people, the places, the differences between the worlds while still being the same. How the Scions fair, and why K'thisru has elected to stay behind on the First for now. Yet, all those words seem liked away in her mind, unable to spring forward, as they would most certainly bring the memories of sin eaters and Light wardens with them as well. Instead, all she wishes to do is lean into him and be one with him again; to be able to think only of one another and their lives together.
However, such things must wait, as it would be rude to not eat or drink of what was brought for her.
She shifts against him, head tilting down to look at the food brought to them. Her ears still remain in a way that he can continue to stroke them. The small notion causes her eyes to close again and her tail to sway slightly. He is far more skilled at comforting her than perhaps he realizes. ]
We should finish taking off your armor. [ Alkaid still speaks in soft tones. Her eyes move back to his to seek his thoughts on the matter. ] Why are you wearing it...? Has something happened while I've been away?
[ No doubt it is simply habit for him. Even though there is no need to wear it within Ishgard or even as the Lord Speaker. ]