[ Aymeric's expression shifts then and his jaw tightens as some measure of dislike, perhaps even annoyance, takes hold of him. He is not in a position of great influence nor power, but he does not like the idea of settlements being left to their own devices. There is more they could be doing, but from what he knows from various reports, not very much is being done at all. ]
I am hardly in a position to enact change, but if I were- I would see the outer settlements cared for properly, in the same way that those residing within Ishgard are cared for. Perhaps one day, I will have a position that allows me to do more.
[ But perhaps that day will never come either, as many have no care for a vampire. He can only imagine that most would not take well to being led by one either.
These thoughts swirl in his mind even as he drinks his fill, only ceasing the train of thought when Phya speaks again. ]
How is it rude? Our manner of feeding may be different, and I imagine mine is quite distasteful to witness, and so in that regard, I should not eat in front of you. That does not mean that you should alter your own routines; if you wish to eat before me, I will not stop you. [ He would protest more as to the act of replacing the linens and ensuring that he bathes, but it seems as though her mind is quite well made up, and so he refrains from saying more.
Events move fairly quickly after that, with him being ushered into the bathroom and Phya and the head maid seeing to changing the linens. Eventually, Aymeric returns to the bed, a location that he finds himself eyeing with some distaste. Perhaps he is tired of the bed, of lying down. But if he has the willpower to stand and move about, it is only because of Phya and her assistance.
Still, he supposes he is not fully recovered yet, even though he feels capable of remaining standing, and so he allows himself to be escorted to the bed once more. ]
Good. If the food that is brought is not enough for you, I will send one of the household staff into the city to bring whatever it is you require.
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I am hardly in a position to enact change, but if I were- I would see the outer settlements cared for properly, in the same way that those residing within Ishgard are cared for. Perhaps one day, I will have a position that allows me to do more.
[ But perhaps that day will never come either, as many have no care for a vampire. He can only imagine that most would not take well to being led by one either.
These thoughts swirl in his mind even as he drinks his fill, only ceasing the train of thought when Phya speaks again. ]
How is it rude? Our manner of feeding may be different, and I imagine mine is quite distasteful to witness, and so in that regard, I should not eat in front of you. That does not mean that you should alter your own routines; if you wish to eat before me, I will not stop you. [ He would protest more as to the act of replacing the linens and ensuring that he bathes, but it seems as though her mind is quite well made up, and so he refrains from saying more.
Events move fairly quickly after that, with him being ushered into the bathroom and Phya and the head maid seeing to changing the linens. Eventually, Aymeric returns to the bed, a location that he finds himself eyeing with some distaste. Perhaps he is tired of the bed, of lying down. But if he has the willpower to stand and move about, it is only because of Phya and her assistance.
Still, he supposes he is not fully recovered yet, even though he feels capable of remaining standing, and so he allows himself to be escorted to the bed once more. ]
Good. If the food that is brought is not enough for you, I will send one of the household staff into the city to bring whatever it is you require.