[ Alkaid raises her gaze to his face once more. Truly, she did not expect any in Isgard to welcome them so. While they have done good and aided several citizens and soldiers alike? She feels as if there is more to his gratitude... or perhaps she is merely wishing there would be. She smiles at him, unable to help the affection--and dare she say love--from leaking into her gaze. ]

You may need allies should it come to the Heavens' Ward, Ser Aymeric.

[ She does note how he refers to himself. A mere knight? Is he not also a lord, having inherited the title and name from his parents? He is nobility, and yet he is so humble. The urge to kiss him strikes once more, but she withholds. It surely would be unwanted. ]

I have a sister who studies in Limsa Lominsa as an archanist, but she surely has graduated from the arts now. We both left our tribes, as many young Miqo'tes do, but I am not certain either of us wishes to return home. [ What else may be appealing to him? ] She is my twin sister.

[ Though, perhaps that is not of herself as he might wish? Or perhaps not as personal as he'd like? ] I love sweets--as does my sister. Lilies are my favorite flower.