[ She selfishly will never ask him to stop. There is something comforting about the notion of being carried when she is one of the heroes of the realm. That, and, it rather makes her truly feel like his lady. Not to mention he most certainly feels like her knight carrying her in such a way.
Her fingers return the gentle small motion. Worry does cover her expression as her eyes search his for some hidden meaning he may not be sharing. There is never a worry that Aymeric lies to her--but she is aware there are thoughts he does not share. Ones she can see plainly on his face when he thinks, although she has learned others are rather incapable of reading the thoughts plainly on his face.
A smile tugs at her face before her ears lower once more. ]
Because I'm... [ Alkaid's gaze drops as does the volume of her voice, ] ... me.
[ Not as a Warrior of Light, Champion of Hydaelyn, Savior of Ishgard. Not even as Alkaid, but as K'lantaa--a Miqote. She has always been aware of the whispers and gossip surrounding her relationship with Aymeric. From those women that are jealous, to those older who see a Miqo'te and an Elezen and are unsure of how a marriage could produce heirs. Of course, there is always the chance, but Alkaid has seen how those like Hilda have been treated by the elders of Ishgardian society.
Would Aymeric wish to deal with such a social bother when he is already the bastard son of the former Archbishop? ]
And, the baby, he or she will be like... me. [ She frowns. ] And, if the baby is a boy, they'll expect him to be the inheritor of everything because he's the first born, but Leon is our son...
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Her fingers return the gentle small motion. Worry does cover her expression as her eyes search his for some hidden meaning he may not be sharing. There is never a worry that Aymeric lies to her--but she is aware there are thoughts he does not share. Ones she can see plainly on his face when he thinks, although she has learned others are rather incapable of reading the thoughts plainly on his face.
A smile tugs at her face before her ears lower once more. ]
Because I'm... [ Alkaid's gaze drops as does the volume of her voice, ] ... me.
[ Not as a Warrior of Light, Champion of Hydaelyn, Savior of Ishgard. Not even as Alkaid, but as K'lantaa--a Miqote. She has always been aware of the whispers and gossip surrounding her relationship with Aymeric. From those women that are jealous, to those older who see a Miqo'te and an Elezen and are unsure of how a marriage could produce heirs. Of course, there is always the chance, but Alkaid has seen how those like Hilda have been treated by the elders of Ishgardian society.
Would Aymeric wish to deal with such a social bother when he is already the bastard son of the former Archbishop? ]
And, the baby, he or she will be like... me. [ She frowns. ] And, if the baby is a boy, they'll expect him to be the inheritor of everything because he's the first born, but Leon is our son...