[ To Aymeric, it no longer matters that the things that ordinary people enjoy and need to survive are not necessary for his own survival anymore. In fact, until Phya returned, his own survival was something he did not particularly care about. He continued to exist, but he wondered what he was existing for.
Perhaps since that has been his frame of mind for quite some time, it really does not matter to him that he can no longer enjoy things that others do as part of their day to day lives. If Phya wishes to eat, she has no reason to feel ashamed of it or limit herself because of him. He wants her to be healthy and well and whatever she has to do to become so is more than fine with him.
Once Phya's breakfast is delivered and she begins to eat, Aymeric simply lies back and lets his thoughts wander while she eats her fill. He does not allow his mind to wander so much that he is not attentive to her movements or if she should say something to him, but he simply lies there quietly and waits. Then, once she is seemingly finished (far too soon, in his mind), she stands and his attention focuses on her once more.
He smiles a small smile when her hands reach out for his, and he allows her to help with repositioning until he is sitting upright again.
Unless he is mistaken, something is on her mind and she wishes to put her thoughts into words, and so he remains quiet, waiting for her to speak. Her tone deepens and seems to age in a matter of seconds, and that, more than anything, is what wakes up a strong pull inside him: a strong desire for her. The desire has always been there, but now it is fully awake and reaching for her. ]
Even if you could not find the words you wished to use, I always knew. And I know that even now, because... because you came back. You could have chosen not to, or you could have found another. [ Someone whole and unharmed, not like I am now. ]
I still see you as that woman. [ His lips turn up into a wider smile. ] As far as I am concerned, you are still her.
[ A look of slight apprehension comes to his own eyes and he quickly tries to conceal it before she can spot it. The last thing he intends is to cause her more worry than she already has. ]
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Perhaps since that has been his frame of mind for quite some time, it really does not matter to him that he can no longer enjoy things that others do as part of their day to day lives. If Phya wishes to eat, she has no reason to feel ashamed of it or limit herself because of him. He wants her to be healthy and well and whatever she has to do to become so is more than fine with him.
Once Phya's breakfast is delivered and she begins to eat, Aymeric simply lies back and lets his thoughts wander while she eats her fill. He does not allow his mind to wander so much that he is not attentive to her movements or if she should say something to him, but he simply lies there quietly and waits. Then, once she is seemingly finished (far too soon, in his mind), she stands and his attention focuses on her once more.
He smiles a small smile when her hands reach out for his, and he allows her to help with repositioning until he is sitting upright again.
Unless he is mistaken, something is on her mind and she wishes to put her thoughts into words, and so he remains quiet, waiting for her to speak. Her tone deepens and seems to age in a matter of seconds, and that, more than anything, is what wakes up a strong pull inside him: a strong desire for her. The desire has always been there, but now it is fully awake and reaching for her. ]
Even if you could not find the words you wished to use, I always knew. And I know that even now, because... because you came back. You could have chosen not to, or you could have found another. [ Someone whole and unharmed, not like I am now. ]
I still see you as that woman. [ His lips turn up into a wider smile. ] As far as I am concerned, you are still her.
[ A look of slight apprehension comes to his own eyes and he quickly tries to conceal it before she can spot it. The last thing he intends is to cause her more worry than she already has. ]