[ There are many small things she has noticed of Ser Aymeric through their conversations and meals together. While many say they love Ishgard and her people? She has begun to wonder if none truly love it the same way the Knight before her does. He seems to live and breathe for his city, all people included, regardless of birth and social standing. She has wondered if that is own situation. Of course, she has not had it confirmed, but rumors have always flown about that Ser Aymeric de Borel is a bastard of the Archbishop. That matters little to her, but Alkaid is aware of the politics that surround the highborn and the lowborn of Ishgard. Adoption within itself is not shunned or frowned upon given the state of the war. A bastard son of the highest authority of the land, however...
Alkaid glances downwards. If true, she wonders how much it weighs upon his shoulders. How much does it drive him? Is that why he loves his homeland so? ]
You cannot be everywhere and do everything, Ser. [ Her head tilts against his arm slightly. ] Perhaps aiding those in your direct sphere of influence will help inspire them to help those here within the city walls.
[ A hopeful statement, but, Alkaid has often been told she hopes when there should be none.
Her head raises at his statement and her gaze moving to his once more. The beating of her heart returns and that unsettling nervousness strikes her again. Something he must tell her? Perhaps it is good news: something pleasant in the time of unending war. Oh, she wishes she could believe that, but him standing in such formal attire tells her otherwise. ]
You can keep me as long as you'd like. [ Her statement is soft spoken. However, how her hold tightens around his hand most certainly will share her conviction otherwise. ] We can speak about all you wish as well. Anything.
[ Because, I've come to love the sound of your voice.
Once they begin to walk, Alkaid gently rubs her cheek into his arm. The hand resting on his arm idling moves up and down in a form of comforting gesture for the pair of them. The nervousness in her heart has begun to settle into the idea she does not wish to give voice to just yet. The idea that this might be the last time for a long while they will be able to walk and speak with one another. ]
everything will be okay ;~; i heard from the heavens~
Alkaid glances downwards. If true, she wonders how much it weighs upon his shoulders. How much does it drive him? Is that why he loves his homeland so? ]
You cannot be everywhere and do everything, Ser. [ Her head tilts against his arm slightly. ] Perhaps aiding those in your direct sphere of influence will help inspire them to help those here within the city walls.
[ A hopeful statement, but, Alkaid has often been told she hopes when there should be none.
Her head raises at his statement and her gaze moving to his once more. The beating of her heart returns and that unsettling nervousness strikes her again. Something he must tell her? Perhaps it is good news: something pleasant in the time of unending war. Oh, she wishes she could believe that, but him standing in such formal attire tells her otherwise. ]
You can keep me as long as you'd like. [ Her statement is soft spoken. However, how her hold tightens around his hand most certainly will share her conviction otherwise. ] We can speak about all you wish as well. Anything.
[ Because, I've come to love the sound of your voice.
Once they begin to walk, Alkaid gently rubs her cheek into his arm. The hand resting on his arm idling moves up and down in a form of comforting gesture for the pair of them. The nervousness in her heart has begun to settle into the idea she does not wish to give voice to just yet. The idea that this might be the last time for a long while they will be able to walk and speak with one another. ]