[ The wince causes her ears to stand on end. Not from the motion itself but how it most certainly pulls at his wound. Both hands move to his shoulders in an attempt to keep him still. Their height and weight difference makes the attempt laughable, but, she must try regardless.
Somehow, his reaction to eating is hardly surprising. ]
Ser, please don't move as such. Your wound is still healing. [ She glances down at it, then looks back to his face. ] I... I know I am far from the position to ask anything of you, but, you need to eat. It is the only way you will truly recover. Your body is far too weak.
[ A small smile shows on her face. ] Trust me, Ser. I won't have you do something so very untasteful.
[ Phya first turns her attention back to his bandages. She begins to change them. Her nose scrunches in a familiar way at the smell, however, the signs are there that the healing process has truly begun. Thus, she sets about to continue applying the potions and new bandages.
Now, for the next part, she gives an unconscious inhale of breath. ]
It will hurt, Ser, but let me help you sit up as much as possible. [ Her arms move to help support him despite he is nearly a foot and more taller than her. ] You may lean on me as much as you need.
[ Phya aids Aymeric to sit as much as he finds himself able. Her hand then reaches out to grab the cup that still sits on the bedside. She holds it up to him in order for him to smell and at least attempt to hold the glass with her own hand. That way he may set the pace of his own feeding.
It would be a lie to say she was not nervous. Not because of his nnature, but, because her blood will certainly expose her. He would be able to tell how sickly of a woman she has been reborn into in this life. He may reject her because her blood does not taste the same as it once had. He will truly know how far she is from being Alkaid--K'lantaa. Yet, she does not realize how much of her remains the same that he should surely notice as well. ]
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Somehow, his reaction to eating is hardly surprising. ]
Ser, please don't move as such. Your wound is still healing. [ She glances down at it, then looks back to his face. ] I... I know I am far from the position to ask anything of you, but, you need to eat. It is the only way you will truly recover. Your body is far too weak.
[ A small smile shows on her face. ] Trust me, Ser. I won't have you do something so very untasteful.
[ Phya first turns her attention back to his bandages. She begins to change them. Her nose scrunches in a familiar way at the smell, however, the signs are there that the healing process has truly begun. Thus, she sets about to continue applying the potions and new bandages.
Now, for the next part, she gives an unconscious inhale of breath. ]
It will hurt, Ser, but let me help you sit up as much as possible. [ Her arms move to help support him despite he is nearly a foot and more taller than her. ] You may lean on me as much as you need.
[ Phya aids Aymeric to sit as much as he finds himself able. Her hand then reaches out to grab the cup that still sits on the bedside. She holds it up to him in order for him to smell and at least attempt to hold the glass with her own hand. That way he may set the pace of his own feeding.
It would be a lie to say she was not nervous. Not because of his nnature, but, because her blood will certainly expose her. He would be able to tell how sickly of a woman she has been reborn into in this life. He may reject her because her blood does not taste the same as it once had. He will truly know how far she is from being Alkaid--K'lantaa. Yet, she does not realize how much of her remains the same that he should surely notice as well. ]