[ Her heart breaks at the briefness of his list. Only Estinien? Matoya would not have thought the man one for friendship at all, if she was not so closely tied to the pull of emotions--akasa as it is sometimes known. She could sense that while Estinien is far more guarded than the knight in her care? The Azure Dragoon does care. A form of compassion deep below his rage and thirst for revenge. Perhaps that is why, in the end, she agreed to grant him the power to see his wish fulfilled.
Yet, what of Ser Aymeric's? Is he truly alone outside of the Azure Dragoon? Has he no family, no servants? Has Ishgard truly abandoned him simply because of his nature? Coretheans had no love for her people, and so she would expect the treatment he hints at would be given to her. Yet, he is a son of Ishgard, and would she truly abandon her son simply because of a state of being?
Her eyes widen once more at his words. Dead. Something in her rebels at the idea of it. She would put herself in the way of any blade, or fire, or torture to keep him alive. While the rational side of her mind--the one practically drowned out from it all--protests at the notion? Her heart and soul speak to it.
A sense of wonder fills her eyes for a moment. He would truly take a stand for her? None has ever done such a thing. At least, not in recent memory. There are some towns with elders who hide her identity and the source of the medicines and aid that flow through them after the dragons and soldiers have left. Yet, she would not classify that as the same as what he speaks. He would offer her a home, a real home, and protection. Things that her small cave offer her as well to some degree... but there is a lack of companionship... outside of the small bird she has taken in as her familiar.
She lightly shakes her head at the idea of parting ways. While it is the most logical choice and the one she should make? Everything in her denies it. But, to voice it, to ask him to take her away? That remains firmly trapped within her mind. The same mind that conjures images of the eye returning to the skies and hunting her down. Voidsent--true voidsent--coming from the clouds to strike down all that she knew. The images are so vivid in he remind that she does not realize at first he has pushed himself to sit up on one hand. Not until his other raises to rest on the side of her face.
Matoya's gaze focuses once more, her mind returning to the present, as she stares into his sky-blue eyes. Both of her trembling hands raise to where his might be. One rests on the top of his on her cheek, while the other wraps around the very same arm. A barely visible shake of her head can be felt the moment he mentions his life being forfeit. She would not want to be upon the world without him in it as well now that she has found him once more.
The corner of her eyebrows knit as if she is to speak of agreeing with him. If they should be as they are, then perhaps together truly is best. There is no guarantee that the knights will not follow his and Estinien's footsteps to her cave and finally find her there. There is only so much magic can do to shield against steel and their own magic. Being at his side may truly be the best option...
Yet, they could bring steel and magic to the place Ser Aymeric would see her stay and find her there as well.
Matoya sinks further, clinging onto his arm and hand as if he were her lifeline. Her heart and soul scream out 'Yes, yes, yes' to his question. She opens her mouth as if she is to say the very words... but nothing comes forward. Her body seems to protest the notion of safety anywhere, and her mind seems to constantly wish to remind her of such. The ears atop her head lower as she tries once more. Ultimately, however, the fear and longing continue to battle and pull her backwards or forwards.
Yes, take me with you... but then if you die because of my presence, then I... You will be gone and it will be my fault... but even then, I wish to go... but I do not want to cause you more heartache... ]
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Yet, what of Ser Aymeric's? Is he truly alone outside of the Azure Dragoon? Has he no family, no servants? Has Ishgard truly abandoned him simply because of his nature? Coretheans had no love for her people, and so she would expect the treatment he hints at would be given to her. Yet, he is a son of Ishgard, and would she truly abandon her son simply because of a state of being?
Her eyes widen once more at his words. Dead. Something in her rebels at the idea of it. She would put herself in the way of any blade, or fire, or torture to keep him alive. While the rational side of her mind--the one practically drowned out from it all--protests at the notion? Her heart and soul speak to it.
A sense of wonder fills her eyes for a moment. He would truly take a stand for her? None has ever done such a thing. At least, not in recent memory. There are some towns with elders who hide her identity and the source of the medicines and aid that flow through them after the dragons and soldiers have left. Yet, she would not classify that as the same as what he speaks. He would offer her a home, a real home, and protection. Things that her small cave offer her as well to some degree... but there is a lack of companionship... outside of the small bird she has taken in as her familiar.
She lightly shakes her head at the idea of parting ways. While it is the most logical choice and the one she should make? Everything in her denies it. But, to voice it, to ask him to take her away? That remains firmly trapped within her mind. The same mind that conjures images of the eye returning to the skies and hunting her down. Voidsent--true voidsent--coming from the clouds to strike down all that she knew. The images are so vivid in he remind that she does not realize at first he has pushed himself to sit up on one hand. Not until his other raises to rest on the side of her face.
Matoya's gaze focuses once more, her mind returning to the present, as she stares into his sky-blue eyes. Both of her trembling hands raise to where his might be. One rests on the top of his on her cheek, while the other wraps around the very same arm. A barely visible shake of her head can be felt the moment he mentions his life being forfeit. She would not want to be upon the world without him in it as well now that she has found him once more.
The corner of her eyebrows knit as if she is to speak of agreeing with him. If they should be as they are, then perhaps together truly is best. There is no guarantee that the knights will not follow his and Estinien's footsteps to her cave and finally find her there. There is only so much magic can do to shield against steel and their own magic. Being at his side may truly be the best option...
Yet, they could bring steel and magic to the place Ser Aymeric would see her stay and find her there as well.
Matoya sinks further, clinging onto his arm and hand as if he were her lifeline. Her heart and soul scream out 'Yes, yes, yes' to his question. She opens her mouth as if she is to say the very words... but nothing comes forward. Her body seems to protest the notion of safety anywhere, and her mind seems to constantly wish to remind her of such. The ears atop her head lower as she tries once more. Ultimately, however, the fear and longing continue to battle and pull her backwards or forwards.
Yes, take me with you... but then if you die because of my presence, then I... You will be gone and it will be my fault... but even then, I wish to go... but I do not want to cause you more heartache... ]