[ Phya's gaze drops once more. The situation remains crystal clear to her. He does not wish to be healed nor does he wish to have anything to do with the rest of the world. He is merely humoring his friend to keep him placated. After Aymeric gives his answer, she looks back up towards the dragoon. Should she truly continue to try and help in his current state?
Estinien nods.
Phya steps up to the bed properly. The Dragoon reaches forward and helps Aymeric settle properly on his side. She stills until the Lord Commander is settled and then carefully moves. Her hands curl around his shirt and gently tug it up until his hip and side of his abdomen is bare for her to see.
Her eyes widen.
Her heart feels as if it drops into the floor.
Estinien unfolds his arms and shakes his head.
Phya glances up at Aymeric's face before continuing. Her hands tremble as one gently raises above the injury. The horrors if the injury is one matter, but the true tremors come from the overwhelming electric feeling of being near him again. After years of waiting, he is right below her. She could reach out and touch his face or his hair and ask to stay with him once more.
The realization settles in once more that he wishes nothing to do with her. Even if he has realized her true identity. It causes her heart to sink once more, but she knows she cannot blame him or be angry. After all, she was the one that left him behind in this state he hates.
Her head tilts down. The trembling hand settles above his injury. The aether is chaotic. Not due to the injury, although that certainly hasn't helped. It flows at such a speed that all that comes to mind is darkness in the aetheric matter.
Some images come to mind as she gently allows the aether to flow over her hand. Battles. War. Dragons. Her eyes open then with a small frown. ]
A dragon bit him. Not an elder one, but small enough to be able to strike at him. [ Phya tilts her head slightly. Then, her eyes raise to Estinien. ] The wound is deep and has started to heal in it's own way. I... I can instruct the house staff how to heal it from this point on. Provide what's needed for it. I'll do the first dressing and application.
[ Estinien glances at Aymeric before nodding. He has pushed his point enough. His brother will need to recuperate and there is no point in pushing further for him to accept a healer.
Phya nods in return before turning away from the Lord Commander. Her hands quietly shift through the basket before pulling out a potion and bandages. She glances once more towards the man before looking at the items in her hand. She could heal him properly with aether and her medicines if she felt she was allowed to do so. She won't press. Ardbert and her sister still need to be accepted into Ishgard, and upsetting the head of the Temple Knights could tip that unfavorably. Beyond that, she does not need to upset him more than she has.
If he hates her now, then there is little she can do.
Phya moves to the door of the chambers. The head maid and steward look up. She looks at their faces, before quietly requesting a clean bowl of warm water. The wound needs to be cleaned before she can treat it.
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Estinien nods.
Phya steps up to the bed properly. The Dragoon reaches forward and helps Aymeric settle properly on his side. She stills until the Lord Commander is settled and then carefully moves. Her hands curl around his shirt and gently tug it up until his hip and side of his abdomen is bare for her to see.
Her eyes widen.
Her heart feels as if it drops into the floor.
Estinien unfolds his arms and shakes his head.
Phya glances up at Aymeric's face before continuing. Her hands tremble as one gently raises above the injury. The horrors if the injury is one matter, but the true tremors come from the overwhelming electric feeling of being near him again. After years of waiting, he is right below her. She could reach out and touch his face or his hair and ask to stay with him once more.
The realization settles in once more that he wishes nothing to do with her. Even if he has realized her true identity. It causes her heart to sink once more, but she knows she cannot blame him or be angry. After all, she was the one that left him behind in this state he hates.
Her head tilts down. The trembling hand settles above his injury. The aether is chaotic. Not due to the injury, although that certainly hasn't helped. It flows at such a speed that all that comes to mind is darkness in the aetheric matter.
Some images come to mind as she gently allows the aether to flow over her hand. Battles. War. Dragons. Her eyes open then with a small frown. ]
A dragon bit him. Not an elder one, but small enough to be able to strike at him. [ Phya tilts her head slightly. Then, her eyes raise to Estinien. ] The wound is deep and has started to heal in it's own way. I... I can instruct the house staff how to heal it from this point on. Provide what's needed for it. I'll do the first dressing and application.
[ Estinien glances at Aymeric before nodding. He has pushed his point enough. His brother will need to recuperate and there is no point in pushing further for him to accept a healer.
Phya nods in return before turning away from the Lord Commander. Her hands quietly shift through the basket before pulling out a potion and bandages. She glances once more towards the man before looking at the items in her hand. She could heal him properly with aether and her medicines if she felt she was allowed to do so. She won't press. Ardbert and her sister still need to be accepted into Ishgard, and upsetting the head of the Temple Knights could tip that unfavorably. Beyond that, she does not need to upset him more than she has.
If he hates her now, then there is little she can do.
Phya moves to the door of the chambers. The head maid and steward look up. She looks at their faces, before quietly requesting a clean bowl of warm water. The wound needs to be cleaned before she can treat it.
Estinien glances once more at Aymeric. ]