[ It has not been very long at all, but he has already grown weary of this diminished state of being. Being unable to move on his own, and requiring the blood of another for sustenance hardly sit well with him. He cannot speak with her either, given his continued need for rest, and while time seems to be moving quickly enough while he sleeps away the hours while continuing his recovery, he does not like being so helpless and unable to care for himself.
Even though his senses were dulled and not functioning properly, he did register the voices of Estinien and Matoya as they exchanged words. What was said, he cannot say, only that they were discussing something. Still, he can do little more than sleep, as his strength has not fully returned, and for the most part, he remains unaware of Matoya's actions and her bustling about as she tends to his chainmail and his wound as well.
On some occasions, some small amount of awareness returns to him, but not enough to allow him to speak with her. In his mind, hoewver, he begins to keep track of her movements, noting the times that she replaces the bandages and when she stops, seemingly engrossed in one task or another. He is hardly the most well-versed on what it is that witches do; study, perhaps. Or perhaps she practices spells or other enchantments, a notion that would make him frown if he were capable of it.
Regardless, time continues to pass until one morning, he awakens and finds that he feels more like himself than he has in recent days. The first sight that greets him is that of a blue bird, who glances at him once before flying away, and inexplicably vanishing. He does not marvel long on the bird's disappearance, because Matoya has just entered, and Aymeric's attentions travel instantly to her.
She opens her mouth as if intending to say something, but strangely, no words come. So Aymeric says instead, noting how raspy his voice sounds from such a long period of unuse: ]
You have been taking care of me. [ It is a statement, not a question, as he is aware that she has been tending to him. Why? he would ask, but something inside him knows the answer, even if he does not know how to put that into words. ] What payment would you require?
[ There is no such thing as receiving something for nothing, and so he expects that she will have her demands, and they will most certainly be lengthy, if not costly. ]
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Even though his senses were dulled and not functioning properly, he did register the voices of Estinien and Matoya as they exchanged words. What was said, he cannot say, only that they were discussing something. Still, he can do little more than sleep, as his strength has not fully returned, and for the most part, he remains unaware of Matoya's actions and her bustling about as she tends to his chainmail and his wound as well.
On some occasions, some small amount of awareness returns to him, but not enough to allow him to speak with her. In his mind, hoewver, he begins to keep track of her movements, noting the times that she replaces the bandages and when she stops, seemingly engrossed in one task or another. He is hardly the most well-versed on what it is that witches do; study, perhaps. Or perhaps she practices spells or other enchantments, a notion that would make him frown if he were capable of it.
Regardless, time continues to pass until one morning, he awakens and finds that he feels more like himself than he has in recent days. The first sight that greets him is that of a blue bird, who glances at him once before flying away, and inexplicably vanishing. He does not marvel long on the bird's disappearance, because Matoya has just entered, and Aymeric's attentions travel instantly to her.
She opens her mouth as if intending to say something, but strangely, no words come. So Aymeric says instead, noting how raspy his voice sounds from such a long period of unuse: ]
You have been taking care of me. [ It is a statement, not a question, as he is aware that she has been tending to him. Why? he would ask, but something inside him knows the answer, even if he does not know how to put that into words. ] What payment would you require?
[ There is no such thing as receiving something for nothing, and so he expects that she will have her demands, and they will most certainly be lengthy, if not costly. ]