[ It is only just beginning to sink in for him, but he has not been living since he lost her and since he was turned. He had no interest in living without her, but he wasn't about to simply die. He simply was just going to exist.

Now, he feels something that has been missing for these last long years that he's spent alone: a spark. Something has come back to life, even if only slightly, and he has not felt that in a very long time.

He notes how she sits back, and he slowly reaches out to her, trying to take hold of her hand or arm or anything he can reach. He does not want her to be so far away, unless she really is that uncomfortbale around him. ]

I have much to make up for. [ It's stated simply and quietly, but Aymeric believes it to be the truth. ]

Yes, even though we have just met. But it hardly feels like our first meeting. [ Their ancient souls seem to be calling out to each other, and he is more than eager to respond. ] This time, I intend to do everything that I can to protect and defend you. Always.

[ He looks at her, and something happens that has not happened in a very long time. His eyes soften, and his lips turn up into a half-smile, and he feels the love he has for her all but radiating from him. Perhaps it is only in his mind, but it feels stronger than ever.

The squeeze of her hand on his makes his smile grow even more, and if he could do it, he would sit up again and pull her in for a longer hug. ]

What is a few more days, after all? I should endeavor to return to my duties as soon as I am able, as the people have been kept waiting for too long as it is, but I imagine that pushing myself too soon would hardly be of use to them or you.

When I am recovered, I will see to ensuring you are repaid for your efforts.

[ And now it is a case of "when" and not "if". ]