I came here to get you out of your stupor and more to the man we both know you to truly be. I would be a poor brother if I allowed you to wallow in your misery.
The good doctor is still on the front lines at a Vigil. Another healer will need to suffice until he returns to Ishgard.
And yes, I believe she is fully aware of what it all entails.
[ Estinien turns and opens the door behind him. Then steward and head maid step back. The Dragoon turns his head to Phya, finding her sorrowful look of acceptance. He rolls his eyes. ]
I can simply instruct how to care and then take my leave. I... if he does not wish to have me here...
[ Estinien simply steps aside and motions for the woman to enter. Phya glances at the room before slowly entering. Her eyes are still cast downwards, hands holding onto the basket, tail still. The large hood hides her ears, but it's clear she is a Miqo'te. ]
She and her sister came to Ishgard with the Warrior of Light. They hail from one of the outlying towns that have managed to survive despite the Calamity.
[ Phya curtseys, keeping her eyes down. Her heart pounds. She knows simply being in the same room that he is the one she had waited for. Hearing his voice had been enough. The manor. Everything tells her that she is supposed to be here.
And yet, the Lord Commander himself would rather she not be present. She understands. She passed. Left him behind. It has been nearly a century, isn't that what the Azure Dragoon had said? ]
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The good doctor is still on the front lines at a Vigil. Another healer will need to suffice until he returns to Ishgard.
And yes, I believe she is fully aware of what it all entails.
[ Estinien turns and opens the door behind him. Then steward and head maid step back. The Dragoon turns his head to Phya, finding her sorrowful look of acceptance. He rolls his eyes. ]
I can simply instruct how to care and then take my leave. I... if he does not wish to have me here...
[ Estinien simply steps aside and motions for the woman to enter. Phya glances at the room before slowly entering. Her eyes are still cast downwards, hands holding onto the basket, tail still. The large hood hides her ears, but it's clear she is a Miqo'te. ]
She and her sister came to Ishgard with the Warrior of Light. They hail from one of the outlying towns that have managed to survive despite the Calamity.
[ Phya curtseys, keeping her eyes down. Her heart pounds. She knows simply being in the same room that he is the one she had waited for. Hearing his voice had been enough. The manor. Everything tells her that she is supposed to be here.
And yet, the Lord Commander himself would rather she not be present. She understands. She passed. Left him behind. It has been nearly a century, isn't that what the Azure Dragoon had said? ]