[ Her fingers continue to brush along the back of his hand to soothe him. While she is merely sensitive to aether, and cannot read minds, she knows Aymeric well enough to know what might upset him. He longs to fight along side her on the field of battle, not only because he is her knight but because he is a soldier at heart. Seeing one he revers, not just loves, be constantly hurt and scared cannot sit well with him. ]
Thisru will not, but if you worry, then perhaps you should speak to Raha himself of it. He may be embarrassed at first... but I'm certain he would warm to the idea. He rather things himself unworthy to be with us, despite reassurances from all parties. [ A small sigh leaves her. ] I admit that I am unaware of how deep the wounds for Thisru may go. I've been rather forbidden to perform any acts of healing.
[ Alkaid gently shakes her head to his question. ] I wished there was... but he would have none of it other than a fight to end all fights. He was insistent that we were the same as him: ever looking for new heights and stronger opponents to beat. I know such is not the case for myself, but he believed otherwise with every fiber of his being.
[ His next statement followed by his kiss makes the tip of her tail sway ever so happily side to side. A smile comes to her face. Her head tilts down to rest on his shoulder, raising her other arm so that he might tend to it. She has become cold to the touch due to merely the temperatures of Ishgard, and had not thought to ask the staff of the home to light the fire. If only because she is usually the one who tends to the warmth of the room when she is home.
Home.
Alkaid's eyebrows knit as the weight of it all sinks in. Home... without the worry or fear that she will soon be swept away to another errand from the Scions. She presses her lips together to keep her emotions reigned in, turning her head to press her forehead to his shoulder. She wishes to keep herself reigned in for just a bit more... perhaps she will finally allow her emotions to flow from her once he is asleep. ]
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Thisru will not, but if you worry, then perhaps you should speak to Raha himself of it. He may be embarrassed at first... but I'm certain he would warm to the idea. He rather things himself unworthy to be with us, despite reassurances from all parties. [ A small sigh leaves her. ] I admit that I am unaware of how deep the wounds for Thisru may go. I've been rather forbidden to perform any acts of healing.
[ Alkaid gently shakes her head to his question. ] I wished there was... but he would have none of it other than a fight to end all fights. He was insistent that we were the same as him: ever looking for new heights and stronger opponents to beat. I know such is not the case for myself, but he believed otherwise with every fiber of his being.
[ His next statement followed by his kiss makes the tip of her tail sway ever so happily side to side. A smile comes to her face. Her head tilts down to rest on his shoulder, raising her other arm so that he might tend to it. She has become cold to the touch due to merely the temperatures of Ishgard, and had not thought to ask the staff of the home to light the fire. If only because she is usually the one who tends to the warmth of the room when she is home.
Home.
Alkaid's eyebrows knit as the weight of it all sinks in. Home... without the worry or fear that she will soon be swept away to another errand from the Scions. She presses her lips together to keep her emotions reigned in, turning her head to press her forehead to his shoulder. She wishes to keep herself reigned in for just a bit more... perhaps she will finally allow her emotions to flow from her once he is asleep. ]