The settlements. [ Aymeric says the word slowly, turning it over in his mind a few times; of course he is aware that not all have the luxury of homes, grand or otherwise, to live in. If he could, he would welcome all into Ishgard proper, seeing that each one of them has a place to live in. But then, he supposes, that such a thing is how the Brume came to be.

He is certain that those who are less fortunate view him and others as overlords who care little for the state of the poor, but he knows that is not the case for him. If it were up to him, he would use his own personal funds to see the Brume turned into a proper place to live, expanding upon it as necessary. After all, there are a great many buildings within Ishgard that could be repurposed, if only their owners would agree to such a thing. ]

It is not merely speaking pretty words when I say that I would welcome all who live in the settlements into Ishgard, if the decision rested wholly with me.

I do need to repay you, however. [ And while he is in no condition to really think up how he might repay her, much less act on it, his mind is already at work thinking about how to do that very thing.

But then she continues speaking, and now that Aymeric has some of his wits about him, he can actually ask the question on his mind: ]

Why do you say you do not have permission? [ Perhaps he needs to state it, but he realizes that she does not need permission, as she already has it. She could do whatever she wanted to him, and he would not protest. ]

Perhaps I did not have the chance nor the opportunity to say as much, but you have no need to ask. As you are the healer here, the decisionmaking ought to be left to you.

[ He finds himself content to simply hold her and feel her, thinking of nothing but how they have managed to find each other again when he thought such a thing was impossible. ]

What would I have you do? [ He shifts so that he can get a little closer to her. ]

Stay. Please.