[ Her gaze drifts to the buildings beside the one she stands outside. Most are in different states of disrepair. The look in her eyes softens as she wishes there might be more she could do for those in Ishgard other than simply heal their wounds. Of course, her fellow conjurers would say that is not their place to offer more than they've been allowed by the Holy See. ]

Many places and many people that are in need of aid. Not just in the Brume, but all through Ishgard and Corethas.

[ Alkaid looks back to him as he speaks once more. Her eyes drop to his hand. Her breath catches in her throat. It takes a moment, but her hands unfold from one another before taking his hand. Her fingers brush against his, and it feels as if shocks run up her arm. She glances up at him to see anything in his gaze reflects that he has felt the same thing.

Without her realizing it, her fingers slide between his to hold his hand. Alkaid steps beside him and wraps her other arm around his. She leans against him slightly, looking up at him with a small smile. ]

Of course, Ser Aymeric. I'll accompany you anywhere you'd like to go.