You are being a petulant child, Aymeric. Think for a moment on what you are saying and you will realize how ridiculous it sounds to the rest of us. You are far from a man that would hole himself away and hide as a coward would.
[ As the men continue to argue, the trio beyond the door quietly react. The steward shakes his head and sighs, the head maid frets. Phya remains still, her eyes turned to the basket in her hands. Ears press firmly against her head. Her tail uncurls and simply hangs.
The emotion that fills her heart is far from heartbreak. Rather, a sorrowful acceptance has crossed her face. Why would he wish to see her? The denial is for healers, not her as a person, but Phya is aware of a fact the other two are not. She left him. She had died and left him behind in a cruel world with an even crueler fate.
Why would he wish to see her again? Why would he even wish to venture and find her reborn? Why would he allow her to even aid him and open himself to the pain of abandonment all over again?
Phya closes her eyes and her head hangs slightly.
This is reception is deserved. I hardly deserve anything more... should I find a way to unbind us?
The latter thought comes from somewhere deep inside her. Perhaps it best if she freed him of her as well. Then, he would have no duty nor reason to allow her to hurt him ever again. Her own heart squeezes and a shake forms in her hands at the mere concept.
He deserves to make the choice. No matter what I desire.
Her hands curl and hold the basket in her arms closer.
She had waited so many years for the moment to see him. He is owed an apology and a lifetime of mending. She was the one that wronged him. His misery is her doing, and at the least, she would wish to help make it right once more. Yet, she had always the fear and knowing that he could simply wish nothing from her again. In any life.
Should she leave now?
The basket lowers so she holds it by the handle. Her gaze shifts to the ground before looking to the door once more. If nothing else? She would leave the medicine in the care of the staff and instruct them on what might be done. ]
Be responsible and at least allow the healer to look over your wounds and instruct you on how to care for them.
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[ As the men continue to argue, the trio beyond the door quietly react. The steward shakes his head and sighs, the head maid frets. Phya remains still, her eyes turned to the basket in her hands. Ears press firmly against her head. Her tail uncurls and simply hangs.
The emotion that fills her heart is far from heartbreak. Rather, a sorrowful acceptance has crossed her face. Why would he wish to see her? The denial is for healers, not her as a person, but Phya is aware of a fact the other two are not. She left him. She had died and left him behind in a cruel world with an even crueler fate.
Why would he wish to see her again? Why would he even wish to venture and find her reborn? Why would he allow her to even aid him and open himself to the pain of abandonment all over again?
Phya closes her eyes and her head hangs slightly.
This is reception is deserved. I hardly deserve anything more... should I find a way to unbind us?
The latter thought comes from somewhere deep inside her. Perhaps it best if she freed him of her as well. Then, he would have no duty nor reason to allow her to hurt him ever again. Her own heart squeezes and a shake forms in her hands at the mere concept.
He deserves to make the choice. No matter what I desire.
Her hands curl and hold the basket in her arms closer.
She had waited so many years for the moment to see him. He is owed an apology and a lifetime of mending. She was the one that wronged him. His misery is her doing, and at the least, she would wish to help make it right once more. Yet, she had always the fear and knowing that he could simply wish nothing from her again. In any life.
Should she leave now?
The basket lowers so she holds it by the handle. Her gaze shifts to the ground before looking to the door once more. If nothing else? She would leave the medicine in the care of the staff and instruct them on what might be done. ]
Be responsible and at least allow the healer to look over your wounds and instruct you on how to care for them.