[ The fact she can sit and enjoy food that he no longer can simply sits weong with her. In her mind, it comes to her as if she is holding mortality and humanity in front of him. Tantalizing with what he has lost. Perhaps that is not a thing to worry over as he has long since been a vampire. Yet, it sticks out to her mind no matter how much she wishes the opposite.

A bashful smile takes her face before looking down. She is not one to eat much. Somehow that seems as if he will find it disagreeable.

Breakfast is delivered. Phya thanks the staff for their aid and they see themselves out. She gently moves her fork around before taking a few bites. A pit has formed in her stomach and not of hunger. Something else that feels as if had always lurked beneath the surface in this life, her past, and possibly many others. Phya takes another bite before placing the food to the side.

Then, she stands. She turns to face Aymeric on the bed. Her smaller hands reach out to help him sit up once more if his side finds it agreeable.

She must say this before the will leaves her and she finishes her breakfast feeling things have been upstate. A sharp inhale and she raises her blue eyes to his own. White hair frames her darker complexion. Hands curl around his. ]

Aymeric. [ Her love, her only one, her knight and lord. The titles come to mind but she dare not speak them.

An older gaze settles into her eyes. Her voice seems to age ever so slightly when she speaks: ] I... have always felt that in any life, I can't express how much I love you. How deeply and truly that I love you. How completely and utterly those emotions capture me and always have... even in the time where I asked you to bind ourselves to one another.

[ Her gaze lowers further. ] How... I wish I was more like the woman you surely fell in love with. Not the one I've become.