[ A grim thought occurs to him then, and with it, Aymeric's expression darkens slightly. ]

Perhaps... perhaps I should not ask it of you. Of any of you. Your time is better spent elsewhere, and that applies to the Warrior of Light and your sister both. I shall have to send representatives in my stead to take account of the state of the settlements and report back to me, so that I may then address what needs the people may have.

And if I cannot utilize what is available to me, then I will call upon others who may be able to lend their aid.

[ His gaze focuses back on hers for a moment. ] Your abilities? [ He pauses briefly so that he might focus on the lingering taste from the drink she gave him. ] There is a difference, but it is still you. You are still you. And, I am confident that it is possible to see you regain strength.

Why would I no longer wish to be bound? [ His own tone shifts then to something older... more ancient. ]

Do you wish to be free of this bond? [ He asks in earnest, wondering if the bond chafes her now after so many years. ]

What sort of partner... protector... What sort of person am I if I was not able to save you? My duties should not have come before my duty, my responsibility to you.

[ His gaze lowers, as does his posture, and he seems to sink in on himself just a fraction as the guilt weighs on him once more.

Of course he hears her words, but he finds it difficult to truly digest them, much less believe them. ]