[ Aymeric remained aware of bits and pieces of the journey from the training grounds to Ishgard and to the manor, but his moments of being lucid were short, and more often than not, he was in a state of lethargy and confusion.
Even when Estinien deposited him upon the couch in the sitting area, he wanted to do nothing more but lie there and hide his face from the sudden light from the room. Said light was hardly bright at all, but it still managed to leak through his closed eyes and caused him to recoil.
It isn't until he registers the feel of Lantaa's hands on either side of his face that he halts his efforts to hide from the light by attempting to burrow into the couch. His eyes slit open just a fraction and he tries to focus on her face as much as he can. All he wanted to do was come home to her, so at least he has managed that much with Estinien's help.
He wants to reach for her, to hold her hand or touch her hair, but his arms do not seem to be interested in cooperating with him. Moving only seems to cause more discomfort, and he wishes he could simply lie still, but in this moment, reaching out to her is of greater importance.
This is not at all how he imagined his homecoming, once more needing assistance and care from others. After this, he would not blame any of them for dismissing him as too much trouble for them to deal with. ]
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Even when Estinien deposited him upon the couch in the sitting area, he wanted to do nothing more but lie there and hide his face from the sudden light from the room. Said light was hardly bright at all, but it still managed to leak through his closed eyes and caused him to recoil.
It isn't until he registers the feel of Lantaa's hands on either side of his face that he halts his efforts to hide from the light by attempting to burrow into the couch. His eyes slit open just a fraction and he tries to focus on her face as much as he can. All he wanted to do was come home to her, so at least he has managed that much with Estinien's help.
He wants to reach for her, to hold her hand or touch her hair, but his arms do not seem to be interested in cooperating with him. Moving only seems to cause more discomfort, and he wishes he could simply lie still, but in this moment, reaching out to her is of greater importance.
This is not at all how he imagined his homecoming, once more needing assistance and care from others. After this, he would not blame any of them for dismissing him as too much trouble for them to deal with. ]