[ Memories of their shared lives hardly ever stay buried. While perhaps not as in touch with the memories as she had once been? Phya is aware of certain details regardless. She can recall ways to heal him as Aymeric de Borel, not just the man she has loved over countless lives. She believes she can even recall where items are in the home if things have not changed too much in their time apart.
There is one thing that remains slightly illusive to her no matter how hard she tries to grasp onto the memories that are on the edge of her mind. Something of Aymeric that is important to his person. Estinien had made mention of a "condition" and that she ought to know how to treat it. Yet, for the life of her, Phya cannot think of what it might be.
He calls her by name and her eyes raise to his.
A name that had been one she used in her previous life. Not her true name, but a name that she still recognizes as her own even now. She is painfully aware then in that moment she must be nothing like the woman in his memories. Her appearance does not match and perhaps other details of her personality have been changed as well. Things that remain unique to her as Phya and in the world of Corethas after the Calamity. ]
I'm here.
[ She continues to hold his hand until the grip loosens. Her own small squeeze is given before she stands. His hand is gently placed on the bed before she quickly moves to the bathroom. Part of her still reels at the fact she can open doors and know where it will lead to. Has anything changed within the decades they have been apart? Has he wanted to change anything?
Surely, the household staff is different. Age catches up to all in the end.
She returns with a small towel damp with warm water. Within moments she is once more at his side, draping the warm cloth over his forehead. Then, she tucks her large robe and skirt beneath her and sits once more at the floor beside the bed. Her hands gently rest over his single. Phya is aware she can be quite forward and stern with her decisions. She had to become that way in regards to her own health. So many different healers and doctors had different opinions and ideas on how to cure her ailments. Eventually she had to pick her own path. ]
Once you've rested? I shall see to changing the bandages again. They will... most certainly need to be changed frequently. With the infection taken care of you can start to heal properly from the dragon's bite. [ A pause. ] Hopefully you have no engagements for the next few days. If you are called upon? Then, something will have to be done. Perhaps they can come here for you as you recover.
[ Phya pauses once more. Her gaze settles on their hands as her ears twitch slightly. ] Your Temple Knights would see something of a miracle to see you returned by Starlight Celebration. Even I heard of their fondness for the Lord Commander where I lived and traveling here. No matter how far they are from Ishgard, they speak highly of their Lord Commander. Now knowing that it is you? I can see why. You have always inspired the best in others.
[ A gentle smile more at herself then. ] Which is to say I will need to do my utmost to get you on your feet to return to duty. It was always important to you, no matter which life I found you in.
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There is one thing that remains slightly illusive to her no matter how hard she tries to grasp onto the memories that are on the edge of her mind. Something of Aymeric that is important to his person. Estinien had made mention of a "condition" and that she ought to know how to treat it. Yet, for the life of her, Phya cannot think of what it might be.
He calls her by name and her eyes raise to his.
A name that had been one she used in her previous life. Not her true name, but a name that she still recognizes as her own even now. She is painfully aware then in that moment she must be nothing like the woman in his memories. Her appearance does not match and perhaps other details of her personality have been changed as well. Things that remain unique to her as Phya and in the world of Corethas after the Calamity. ]
I'm here.
[ She continues to hold his hand until the grip loosens. Her own small squeeze is given before she stands. His hand is gently placed on the bed before she quickly moves to the bathroom. Part of her still reels at the fact she can open doors and know where it will lead to. Has anything changed within the decades they have been apart? Has he wanted to change anything?
Surely, the household staff is different. Age catches up to all in the end.
She returns with a small towel damp with warm water. Within moments she is once more at his side, draping the warm cloth over his forehead. Then, she tucks her large robe and skirt beneath her and sits once more at the floor beside the bed. Her hands gently rest over his single. Phya is aware she can be quite forward and stern with her decisions. She had to become that way in regards to her own health. So many different healers and doctors had different opinions and ideas on how to cure her ailments. Eventually she had to pick her own path. ]
Once you've rested? I shall see to changing the bandages again. They will... most certainly need to be changed frequently. With the infection taken care of you can start to heal properly from the dragon's bite. [ A pause. ] Hopefully you have no engagements for the next few days. If you are called upon? Then, something will have to be done. Perhaps they can come here for you as you recover.
[ Phya pauses once more. Her gaze settles on their hands as her ears twitch slightly. ] Your Temple Knights would see something of a miracle to see you returned by Starlight Celebration. Even I heard of their fondness for the Lord Commander where I lived and traveling here. No matter how far they are from Ishgard, they speak highly of their Lord Commander. Now knowing that it is you? I can see why. You have always inspired the best in others.
[ A gentle smile more at herself then. ] Which is to say I will need to do my utmost to get you on your feet to return to duty. It was always important to you, no matter which life I found you in.