[ Aymeric can feel his senses trying to flee from him, intending to go the same way as his legs, which refused to hold him up any longer, but even as Estinien lifts him and pulls him over to the bed, he tries to resist. He's past the point of saving face, but this is the last thing he ever wanted to happen. He did not want an audience, but it is too late for that now.
He dimly registers Phya moving from out of the corner of his eye, but his focus remains on trying to keep hold of his senses. It's a losing fight, or so it seems, but he's still trying his best to not pass out entirely. It's bad enough that Estinien- that his friend and brother has to move him like this.
He might be reduced to hiding in his private chambers and refusing to see anyone, but he still retains the smallest semblance of pride. It's just hard to see it in the way he behaves now.
Estinien places him on the bed, and Aymeric feels something inside himself recoiling in something like embarrassment. Perhaps it is strange that this would cause him embarrassment and not his equally embarrassing display from just moments ago. He does not need to be told that he behaves shamefully, because he knows that he does already. That is just one of many reasons why he wishes to withdraw from being seen as much as possible.
From his position on the bed, he hears the quiet request from the healer Estinien brought to see him, and at first, he does not respond. He wants to turn his back to both of them, to wall himself off once more, but he knows that doing so would do no good at all. He has no energy at the moment for another prolonged argument with Estinien, and so, while he does try to turn himself away from both of them (not quite managing it due to his present weakness), he replies in a quiet, low tone, hating the hesitant, halting way the words come out. ]
If you insist. I won't prevent you from looking, if that is what you wish.
[ He knows what she'll see when she looks: the roadmap of lacerations and scratches of varying sizes, and the bite that caused all this in the center of it all, angry and inflamed because he let it go uncared for. Part of him recoils inwardly at the thought of being bared for her to see, but it seems as though this is one matter that he won't be allowed to continue pushing to the side.
And now matter how much he might wish to be left alone, he knows better than to think that Estinien cares much about his wishes, at least as far as this current matter is concerned. ]
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He dimly registers Phya moving from out of the corner of his eye, but his focus remains on trying to keep hold of his senses. It's a losing fight, or so it seems, but he's still trying his best to not pass out entirely. It's bad enough that Estinien- that his friend and brother has to move him like this.
He might be reduced to hiding in his private chambers and refusing to see anyone, but he still retains the smallest semblance of pride. It's just hard to see it in the way he behaves now.
Estinien places him on the bed, and Aymeric feels something inside himself recoiling in something like embarrassment. Perhaps it is strange that this would cause him embarrassment and not his equally embarrassing display from just moments ago. He does not need to be told that he behaves shamefully, because he knows that he does already. That is just one of many reasons why he wishes to withdraw from being seen as much as possible.
From his position on the bed, he hears the quiet request from the healer Estinien brought to see him, and at first, he does not respond. He wants to turn his back to both of them, to wall himself off once more, but he knows that doing so would do no good at all. He has no energy at the moment for another prolonged argument with Estinien, and so, while he does try to turn himself away from both of them (not quite managing it due to his present weakness), he replies in a quiet, low tone, hating the hesitant, halting way the words come out. ]
If you insist. I won't prevent you from looking, if that is what you wish.
[ He knows what she'll see when she looks: the roadmap of lacerations and scratches of varying sizes, and the bite that caused all this in the center of it all, angry and inflamed because he let it go uncared for. Part of him recoils inwardly at the thought of being bared for her to see, but it seems as though this is one matter that he won't be allowed to continue pushing to the side.
And now matter how much he might wish to be left alone, he knows better than to think that Estinien cares much about his wishes, at least as far as this current matter is concerned. ]