[ The ears atop her head twitch and stand up as he moves to dry her tail. A deep blush takes her face as she moves for him to work easier. While not insecure on her appearance, she is always very aware of how different she is from others in Ishgard. Whenever he gives attention to those physiological differences it touches her heart and she can't help but be shy about them. Yet, he's never once complained about her tail, ears, or even her little Miqo'te quirks.

Although she imagines he must tire of dealing with her consistent need and desire for intimacy. ]

Certainly after Ishgard's first Lord Speaker comes from it. [ She imagines it may give House Borel a tip of power, but Aymeric is not the sort to wield it in such a manner. ] We could always schedule it for after the holiday, my love. House Foretemps we should see to before then--given how close you and Artoriel are. I imagine the Count still sees us as family.

[ She had not failed to notice the way the Count quietly referred to Aymeric as one he sees like a son. ]

Ah, I imagine I won't have the need... and I doubt they would want to tend to a hero of Ishgard in such a way. [ She glances to the side then with a puff to her cheeks. She will always be a Warrior of Light first in the minds of many after all. ] You would be the sort that would offer to carry your wife to any destination even if she could walk.

[ Alkaid gives him a cheeky and playful smirk. ] I think my lord husband has become rather fond of carrying me about.