[ Phya had sat up immediately once the linkpearl had gone off. Life had become far more... natural, perhaps even dreamlike, since she was reunited with Aymeric de Borel. She had unofficially moved into his residence. The insistence had been to continue to assist with the Lord Commander's recovery. She knows many in Ishgard believe she has somehow played a political hand. Many others say that Aymeric has always preferred the outside "rabble."
She knows otherwise.
She quickly informs the house staff before heading out. It takes time to get to Falcon's Nest. Yet, once she arrives, a smile is given to her elder twin sister. A certain glow and sparkle is in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
She gently squeezes her sister's hands and then turns her attention the moment Jill speaks.
Phya pauses. She can tell that the woman in front of her is not a commoner. Despite the rough exterior and clothing? The woman has fair skin. Hair. Hardened eyes. She reminds her in many ways of Aymeric. Someone who had had standing yet has seen the hardships of life that usually would not be associated with the life of their status.
Phya squeezes her sister's hands again before moving to the bed wete the patient lays on his front. A man in the uniform of the Empire. A brand on his cheek. A small frown comes to her face and her eyes raise to the woman on the opposite side.
She bows gently. ]
I'm a healer, milady. You owe me nothing. [ Phya's gaze drops to the man between them. ] Would you tell me what happened?
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She knows otherwise.
She quickly informs the house staff before heading out. It takes time to get to Falcon's Nest. Yet, once she arrives, a smile is given to her elder twin sister. A certain glow and sparkle is in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
She gently squeezes her sister's hands and then turns her attention the moment Jill speaks.
Phya pauses. She can tell that the woman in front of her is not a commoner. Despite the rough exterior and clothing? The woman has fair skin. Hair. Hardened eyes. She reminds her in many ways of Aymeric. Someone who had had standing yet has seen the hardships of life that usually would not be associated with the life of their status.
Phya squeezes her sister's hands again before moving to the bed wete the patient lays on his front. A man in the uniform of the Empire. A brand on his cheek. A small frown comes to her face and her eyes raise to the woman on the opposite side.
She bows gently. ]
I'm a healer, milady. You owe me nothing. [ Phya's gaze drops to the man between them. ] Would you tell me what happened?
[ Ardbert moves to stand beside Mya. ]