[ Phya's attention moves back to Aymeric the moment he begins to shift. Hands move to raise but stop the moment he reaches for one and takes it into his. Ice-blue eyes finally raise to his face. His eyes as closed, but she still sees the streaks of water escaping. She doesn't comment on them. In fact, she doesn't say anything at all.
She simply kneels down beside the bed and shifts her hand in his hold. A small motion to make it easier to hold her own. Her heart continues to race--even skipping a beat now and then. She's done this before: knelt at his bedside. Injury or illness. Not just in her previous life, but in the few that they have managed to be together in.
He is always the soldier and she the healer.
Phya looks at his hand that holds hers. It dwarfs hers. She is smaller than she ought to be at her age, same with her elder sister. Once Aymeric is aware? He will certainly notice how very much she is not like the woman from his memories. The same soul, the same ancient bond and lover, but born into a body very different once more. White hair, darker skin, ice blue eyes, and much smaller. Weaker. A different name. It will surely turn him away once he realizes.
He could continue to call her by her previous name and she would hardly mind. The name that she gave to him to call her--her previous tribal name. Not the name she gave to the world. She can hardly remember what that name was, but she knows she gave him permission at one point.
How she wishes she was still that person from his memories.
Unlike what Aymeric predicted, Estinien does not roll his eyes or make a comment beneath his breath. He instead gives a small smirk to himself. Arms uncurl and he silently makes his way from the room to inform the staff of the latest state of affairs. The healer will be staying and may need her own room set up, should Aymeric allow her out of his sight. He will be by in the morning to check on progress. ]
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She simply kneels down beside the bed and shifts her hand in his hold. A small motion to make it easier to hold her own. Her heart continues to race--even skipping a beat now and then. She's done this before: knelt at his bedside. Injury or illness. Not just in her previous life, but in the few that they have managed to be together in.
He is always the soldier and she the healer.
Phya looks at his hand that holds hers. It dwarfs hers. She is smaller than she ought to be at her age, same with her elder sister. Once Aymeric is aware? He will certainly notice how very much she is not like the woman from his memories. The same soul, the same ancient bond and lover, but born into a body very different once more. White hair, darker skin, ice blue eyes, and much smaller. Weaker. A different name. It will surely turn him away once he realizes.
He could continue to call her by her previous name and she would hardly mind. The name that she gave to him to call her--her previous tribal name. Not the name she gave to the world. She can hardly remember what that name was, but she knows she gave him permission at one point.
How she wishes she was still that person from his memories.
Unlike what Aymeric predicted, Estinien does not roll his eyes or make a comment beneath his breath. He instead gives a small smirk to himself. Arms uncurl and he silently makes his way from the room to inform the staff of the latest state of affairs. The healer will be staying and may need her own room set up, should Aymeric allow her out of his sight. He will be by in the morning to check on progress. ]