[ Alkaid would have taken his face into her hands and kisses him to ease his worries if he was not so determined to see to her wounds. She does not protest or make light of the situation. So often is he there to shield her as he wishes. Instead, she welcomes him to care for her and see to her when she is home. She knows it is far from what he truly wishes he might do, but, now with the threats having been dealt wish? She hopes that they might enjoy a quiet life with their children and travel the world as they see fit.
Her arm relaxes against the warm cloth, causing her ears to drop ever so slightly. Ishgard remains cold, and while she might adapt to it? Any warmth her betrothed might offer is something she willingly takes to. Her eyes drift shut to find a sense of calm and almost relaxation--despite the tale she says--until he speaks once more. Then, her ears stand atop of her head and her eyes open to meet his gaze.
It has been some time since she heard the icy tone and anger in his gaze. Of course, she knows it is not directed at her or her sister. In this brief moment she is reminded why it was him picked as the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights. A stoic and kind man to be certain, but one that can recognize a threat that maybe no one else can. She lifts her other hand and gently places it atop his own on the wound he is caring for. ]
... Yes, he did. [ Alkaid knows there is little reason to hide the truth from him. Her ears fold down once more. ] He is the reason why Thisru walks as she does, and why it took the extra time for us to return to you and the children despite the fact we had returned home. He would not let us leave until the battle had concluded.
A battle that meant one of the three of us would not be returning home.
[ She looks down then as her hand atop his curls and the hair on the end of her tail bristles. While she has certainly caused the deaths of others through collateral damage? It has never sat well with her--especially on the First. One might think she could of easily taken the life of Zenos after all that he had done, but, it was still a life. One that she had to take with her sister. She is not meant to take lives. She is a mender, a healer...
Her gaze drops once more to her lap as tears once more form in her eyes. ]
We left him there... even if it was not our choice in so many ways. The Scions had found a way to bring us back to the Ragnarok, or perhaps it was Meteion in some way. But, he did not return home with us... his body is still there at the edge of creation. M-mayhap his soul has found it's way back to the our aetheric sea, but... even then...
[ She presses her lips together for a moment before a few tear slip past her closed eyes. We took his life. I took his life. ]
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Her arm relaxes against the warm cloth, causing her ears to drop ever so slightly. Ishgard remains cold, and while she might adapt to it? Any warmth her betrothed might offer is something she willingly takes to. Her eyes drift shut to find a sense of calm and almost relaxation--despite the tale she says--until he speaks once more. Then, her ears stand atop of her head and her eyes open to meet his gaze.
It has been some time since she heard the icy tone and anger in his gaze. Of course, she knows it is not directed at her or her sister. In this brief moment she is reminded why it was him picked as the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights. A stoic and kind man to be certain, but one that can recognize a threat that maybe no one else can. She lifts her other hand and gently places it atop his own on the wound he is caring for. ]
... Yes, he did. [ Alkaid knows there is little reason to hide the truth from him. Her ears fold down once more. ] He is the reason why Thisru walks as she does, and why it took the extra time for us to return to you and the children despite the fact we had returned home. He would not let us leave until the battle had concluded.
A battle that meant one of the three of us would not be returning home.
[ She looks down then as her hand atop his curls and the hair on the end of her tail bristles. While she has certainly caused the deaths of others through collateral damage? It has never sat well with her--especially on the First. One might think she could of easily taken the life of Zenos after all that he had done, but, it was still a life. One that she had to take with her sister. She is not meant to take lives. She is a mender, a healer...
Her gaze drops once more to her lap as tears once more form in her eyes. ]
We left him there... even if it was not our choice in so many ways. The Scions had found a way to bring us back to the Ragnarok, or perhaps it was Meteion in some way. But, he did not return home with us... his body is still there at the edge of creation. M-mayhap his soul has found it's way back to the our aetheric sea, but... even then...
[ She presses her lips together for a moment before a few tear slip past her closed eyes. We took his life. I took his life. ]