[ If Phya were to look around the manor, she would see that very little has changed at all. Aymeric had no desire to alter the appearance of the family home, and many, if not all of the possessions that belonged to them are still where they'd been placed so long ago now. Of course, there's a layer of dust on said belongings, in spite of the efforts of the household staff who remained or who joined later on. They do their best, of course, but sometimes some battles are not meant to be won.
As for that one thing that remains elusive and escapes Phya's grasp, perhaps that is for the best, at least for now. It is a topic that Aymeric does not like to speak on nor dwell on, and he has yet to even consider how to broach the topic with her.
He remains still, lying on the bed where he was placed, even as Phya bustles about obtaining a towel that has been dipped in water or perhaps placed in a basin beforehand. She places it on his forehead, and in response, his eyes briefly open, revealing their icy blue color, before they close once more.
She begins speaking, explaining her intentions and her plans, and even as she speaks of engagements that will most likely have to be postponed, he remains motionless but still listening to every word. He can hear her without issue; his power of speech is limited at present, as is his ability to keep his eyes open. But his ears function just fine.
And because of that, when she mentions the Temple Knights by name, going on to talk about the Starlight Celebration, and the opinion that others hold for him as Lord Commander, his posture stiffens immediately. It is hardly a strong gesture, but there is a tension in his frame that was not there mere seconds ago.
A look of consternation settles on Aymeric's face, betraying the doubt he feels that he can inspire anyone as he is now. Perhaps the days of him leading soldiers and being an inspiration are long gone, just as the man he was is also long gone now.
His eyes slit open once more, and they lock onto what he can see of Phya's face. It takes a significant amount of breath to form words, but he does his best. ]
What duty I once had- it has surely passed from me and to others in my absence. [ Perhaps that is for the best. ]
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As for that one thing that remains elusive and escapes Phya's grasp, perhaps that is for the best, at least for now. It is a topic that Aymeric does not like to speak on nor dwell on, and he has yet to even consider how to broach the topic with her.
He remains still, lying on the bed where he was placed, even as Phya bustles about obtaining a towel that has been dipped in water or perhaps placed in a basin beforehand. She places it on his forehead, and in response, his eyes briefly open, revealing their icy blue color, before they close once more.
She begins speaking, explaining her intentions and her plans, and even as she speaks of engagements that will most likely have to be postponed, he remains motionless but still listening to every word. He can hear her without issue; his power of speech is limited at present, as is his ability to keep his eyes open. But his ears function just fine.
And because of that, when she mentions the Temple Knights by name, going on to talk about the Starlight Celebration, and the opinion that others hold for him as Lord Commander, his posture stiffens immediately. It is hardly a strong gesture, but there is a tension in his frame that was not there mere seconds ago.
A look of consternation settles on Aymeric's face, betraying the doubt he feels that he can inspire anyone as he is now. Perhaps the days of him leading soldiers and being an inspiration are long gone, just as the man he was is also long gone now.
His eyes slit open once more, and they lock onto what he can see of Phya's face. It takes a significant amount of breath to form words, but he does his best. ]
What duty I once had- it has surely passed from me and to others in my absence. [ Perhaps that is for the best. ]