[ Phya meets his gaze once more. The expression is clear as day on her face. The feeling of disgrace. The feeling that she had done opposite of what she should do. She is meant to heal him and yet she hurt him. He may insist another is at the cause of her death and that may be true. Yet, she knows the damage it has done to his mind and his heart. Years worth of pain and suffering she should have been there to heal if not prevent.
She raises her hand to reach out to him but stops short once more. Phya's gaze falls. ]
... Ser Aymeric. [ She says it gently. Almost hesitantly. As if saying the words loud enough may shatter what she sees around her to reveal it all to be merely a dream. ] Aymeric.
[ Her beloved, her protector, her knight. Not that she believes to have the right to call him hers any longer.
Ice blue eyes remain on the bed with the space between them. He would have her name now. Formalities and pleasantries. She would rather he see her as she was before. Stronger, more powerful. More broken than resigned. Broken has the implications of being able to be fixed. ]
My name from before. My real one. [ A gentle nod. ] You coul keep referring to me by that name.
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She raises her hand to reach out to him but stops short once more. Phya's gaze falls. ]
... Ser Aymeric. [ She says it gently. Almost hesitantly. As if saying the words loud enough may shatter what she sees around her to reveal it all to be merely a dream. ] Aymeric.
[ Her beloved, her protector, her knight. Not that she believes to have the right to call him hers any longer.
Ice blue eyes remain on the bed with the space between them. He would have her name now. Formalities and pleasantries. She would rather he see her as she was before. Stronger, more powerful. More broken than resigned. Broken has the implications of being able to be fixed. ]
My name from before. My real one. [ A gentle nod. ] You coul keep referring to me by that name.