[ There has certainly been times of happiness for thr both of them, apart and together. Moments of joy left their footprints beside hers in all of her adventures with her sister--even on the First or so very far away in Meteion's nest. He has had their children to be at his side, and the stepping stones of building an Ishgard free to move forward and not damned by her past. Perhaps now, however, they might truly recieve what it is they both seem to have longed for so much in this life. Mayhap in many lives over the cycles of their star.

Her ears fall slightly at his words. She imagines she has missed quite a bit outside of their dealing with the blasphemy. Perhaps school days, or the completion of Ishgard's residential district. So very much seems to move forward without her presence. Such is the nature of time, but she fears she may miss all she wishes to be apart of because of the calling of the ancient seat she shares with her sister.

Her gaze falls to the floor as she lowers herself enough to press her chin to her arms. It is not jealousy or even resentment that fills her heart. Simply the familiar sense of failure sweeping over her. If she cannot bear him children, then at least she might be able to be the first to take him on an adventure or a place beyond Ishgard that does not fall into the realm of his duties. Yet, both things feel as if they have been taken from her to share with him from circumstances beyond their control.

Alkaid closes her eyes and her ears fall entirely against her head. ]

Gyr Abania had requested aid of skilled healers, as what little they had was given in the front to Garlemald. [ She seemingly places all of her weight against the tub, as if the feeling of failure weighs her down entirely.] Then, Doma requested my aid in the skills I've acquired as a dancer...

Both of the blasphemies that plagued them were dealt with before we left for Meteion's nest.