[ While Matoya cannot see the future? She knows how to consult stars on a very basic level. The study of the Astrologian that hailed from Sharlayan was much different then the one that Ishgard employs. The study is wider and broader, and perhaps she ought to look into it for both their sakes. Perhaps she might find the answers as to why she feels the way she does as their gazes lock.
It can't only be the allure of a vampire. It must go beyond those instincts he can employ...
Matoya smiles gently as he attempts to breathe and then move his arm to remove his armor. He remains aware and responsive on some level. There was no response to the comment of his strength, but, she supposes they will address that after his wound.
The fingers trembling at his face lift in order for a wave of her hand to happen. Then, in a moment, the chain mail top and attachments are against a nearby wall. A thought remains she would have wished to remove it in the proper way, but, there is simply no time. The hand then makes another motion and a decent sized blue bird seems to appear from nowhere. ]
Fetch me the medical supplies from the shelf. [ Her head is still tilted towards Aymeric's, despite the gaze elsewhere. ] His wound will need to heal on its own from this point on... for the next few days.
[ The small bird chirps and flies in a small circle before flapping further into the cave. It returns moments later with a basket of the formentioned supplies. Matoya takes it from the bird and offers thanks. It flies in a circle once more before seemingly dissipating as if it was never there before.
Matoya turns her attention to assessing the wound now that she might see it. The area is certainly large and damaged due to a dragon's talon. The fingers at the wound gently move along the edges, and she glances up to see his reaction. Then, a gentle balm is placed on the wound (despite his protest surely), and bandages covering it.
Matoya sits there a moment, allowing him to recover from the brief burst of pain he surely must be in. Then, she gently shifts to be able to sit beside him. She once more directs his head and gaze to look at her, lowering her head so her large hat might hide their faces from others. ]
You must eat something--even a little--to replenish what you have lost. That is the way of it and your nature. [ She gives a smile with a certain edge to it, one that implies a hint of flirtation despite the situation.
Matoya then leans forward as if she is to kiss his forehead, but manages to stop herself at the last moment. What is she doing? Why does she wish to touch and kiss him so very much? ] I promise, Ser Knight, you will not hurt me. So, take as you need, and try to enjoy it.
[ She pulls away only to lift her trembling arm and removes the large glove on it. A sliver of light forms in her other hand for her to press to her exposed arm. After a moment, blood comes forth and travels down the skin at a slow pace. Matoya shifts so he might start by taking the liquid moving down her arm. With his diminished state, those instincts would surely take over, and push away any disgust. If she understands it correctly.
A part of her hopes that her blood might be satisfying on some level. Mayhap then he will wish to travel to the exposed wound and drink from the source. Mayhap if he finds it satisfying, it is a sign that the emotions bubbling inside her are not felt by only her. ]
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It can't only be the allure of a vampire. It must go beyond those instincts he can employ...
Matoya smiles gently as he attempts to breathe and then move his arm to remove his armor. He remains aware and responsive on some level. There was no response to the comment of his strength, but, she supposes they will address that after his wound.
The fingers trembling at his face lift in order for a wave of her hand to happen. Then, in a moment, the chain mail top and attachments are against a nearby wall. A thought remains she would have wished to remove it in the proper way, but, there is simply no time. The hand then makes another motion and a decent sized blue bird seems to appear from nowhere. ]
Fetch me the medical supplies from the shelf. [ Her head is still tilted towards Aymeric's, despite the gaze elsewhere. ] His wound will need to heal on its own from this point on... for the next few days.
[ The small bird chirps and flies in a small circle before flapping further into the cave. It returns moments later with a basket of the formentioned supplies. Matoya takes it from the bird and offers thanks. It flies in a circle once more before seemingly dissipating as if it was never there before.
Matoya turns her attention to assessing the wound now that she might see it. The area is certainly large and damaged due to a dragon's talon. The fingers at the wound gently move along the edges, and she glances up to see his reaction. Then, a gentle balm is placed on the wound (despite his protest surely), and bandages covering it.
Matoya sits there a moment, allowing him to recover from the brief burst of pain he surely must be in. Then, she gently shifts to be able to sit beside him. She once more directs his head and gaze to look at her, lowering her head so her large hat might hide their faces from others. ]
You must eat something--even a little--to replenish what you have lost. That is the way of it and your nature. [ She gives a smile with a certain edge to it, one that implies a hint of flirtation despite the situation.
Matoya then leans forward as if she is to kiss his forehead, but manages to stop herself at the last moment. What is she doing? Why does she wish to touch and kiss him so very much? ] I promise, Ser Knight, you will not hurt me. So, take as you need, and try to enjoy it.
[ She pulls away only to lift her trembling arm and removes the large glove on it. A sliver of light forms in her other hand for her to press to her exposed arm. After a moment, blood comes forth and travels down the skin at a slow pace. Matoya shifts so he might start by taking the liquid moving down her arm. With his diminished state, those instincts would surely take over, and push away any disgust. If she understands it correctly.
A part of her hopes that her blood might be satisfying on some level. Mayhap then he will wish to travel to the exposed wound and drink from the source. Mayhap if he finds it satisfying, it is a sign that the emotions bubbling inside her are not felt by only her. ]