Aye, I am. Maybe not in entirely or with knowledge my fellow Scions would have. [ Ardbert frowns more. There is clearly a difference between tempered, what Clive and apparently the woman beside him are, and the eikons around them. ] THAT wing, however...
[ Phya simply gives the look of apprehension a smile. She is certain the Lord Commander would see someone similar to himself in Clive. People who are aligned aetherically to one element and yet not tempered. It would do him good to have another to relate.
She turns once the knight introduces the Lord Commander and salutes. Phya stands as formally as she can. Ardbert simply gives the Elezen a smile and a nod. The blood is still bright on his Dragoon armor. However, the turn of events have been pressing that he hasn't thought of needing to clean them. ]
That wing belongs to the Phoenix, as you have evidently guessed. [ There is increasingly less reason to hide the truth, as the signs of it are fairly obvious, and so Jill discloses that particular detail. As to how much Ardbert knows or has guessed, she is still trying to determine. ]
Clive and I are Dominants, but Clive can also access and use the abilities of other Eikons as he sees fit.
[ She pauses there, wondering if she ought to divulge how exactly Clive became able to use those other abilities. ]
[ Ardbert blinks in surprise, but any more conversation is quickly quieted the moment the Temple Knight shows in the Lord Commander. The smile is still given to Aymeric, as well as an informal nod. Phya gives a small curtsy despite their romantic connection. She has yet to tell her sister in detail about the information, let alone inform Ardbert of the situation. As far as they know? She is his healer. ]
Ser Aymeric. [ Phya steps to the side to show the unconscious Clive on his front. His brand is obvious for all to see. ] The Temple Knights found him with his companions in the frozen tundra and asked that I heal him...
[ Ardbert stands taller. ] My lance strayed and hit him. I know he's in the garb of a Imperial soldier, but...
[ Ardbert looks to Jill and Torgal. The hound stands and walks over to Aymeric. With a quick sniff the hound barks and begins to wag his tail. He recognizes the Elezen. The question is if he recongized them. ]
[ Jill remains silent for a few moments more, her arms folded tightly across her chest as though bracing against more than just the cold of the tundra. She can't seem to stop herself from looking at Clive, only glancing away for just a few seconds at a time. Of course she's worried about him; what if he does not survive, even with the efforts from the healer? But Aymeric's arrival causes her no small amount of concern bordering on fear, even though the Lord Commander is a stranger to her.
She moves slowly, not wanting to cause anyone to react out of alarm, wishing only to position herself closer to Clive, as if her closeness will protect him if anyone decides to harm him. Surely they wouldn't, so soon after Phya said she had been requested to heal him, but she can't help but be wary. ]
He is not an Imperial soldier, at least not a willing one. Neither of us have been able to make our own decisions for quite some time. What we have done and who we have become was not done willingly, although I understand you will not believe my words.
[ She forces herself to breathe, feeling the sting of cold air as she does, but she needs to calm herself and calm her nerves as well. ]
Your honesty does you credit, Ser Ardbert.
[ His tone is even, just measured and leveled, as he is used to offering neutral observations. ]
You did not need to speak of your lance, yet you did, and that speaks to a sense of honor I would not overlook.
[ His attention flicks briefly to the armor Clive wears, then to the hound now at his feet. Torgal’s tail wags. A low bark breaks the silence, and it draws a faint crease between Aymeric’s brows: not of suspicion, but of contemplation. He lets him draw near, tilting his head slightly. ]
The hound seems to recognize me. Strange, given we have never met. [ At least, not to his recollection. ]
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[ Phya simply gives the look of apprehension a smile. She is certain the Lord Commander would see someone similar to himself in Clive. People who are aligned aetherically to one element and yet not tempered. It would do him good to have another to relate.
She turns once the knight introduces the Lord Commander and salutes. Phya stands as formally as she can. Ardbert simply gives the Elezen a smile and a nod. The blood is still bright on his Dragoon armor. However, the turn of events have been pressing that he hasn't thought of needing to clean them. ]
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Clive and I are Dominants, but Clive can also access and use the abilities of other Eikons as he sees fit.
[ She pauses there, wondering if she ought to divulge how exactly Clive became able to use those other abilities. ]
What do you intend to do with us?
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Ser Aymeric. [ Phya steps to the side to show the unconscious Clive on his front. His brand is obvious for all to see. ] The Temple Knights found him with his companions in the frozen tundra and asked that I heal him...
[ Ardbert stands taller. ] My lance strayed and hit him. I know he's in the garb of a Imperial soldier, but...
[ Ardbert looks to Jill and Torgal. The hound stands and walks over to Aymeric. With a quick sniff the hound barks and begins to wag his tail. He recognizes the Elezen. The question is if he recongized them. ]
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She moves slowly, not wanting to cause anyone to react out of alarm, wishing only to position herself closer to Clive, as if her closeness will protect him if anyone decides to harm him. Surely they wouldn't, so soon after Phya said she had been requested to heal him, but she can't help but be wary. ]
He is not an Imperial soldier, at least not a willing one. Neither of us have been able to make our own decisions for quite some time. What we have done and who we have become was not done willingly, although I understand you will not believe my words.
[ She forces herself to breathe, feeling the sting of cold air as she does, but she needs to calm herself and calm her nerves as well. ]
Your honesty does you credit, Ser Ardbert.
[ His tone is even, just measured and leveled, as he is used to offering neutral observations. ]
You did not need to speak of your lance, yet you did, and that speaks to a sense of honor I would not overlook.
[ His attention flicks briefly to the armor Clive wears, then to the hound now at his feet. Torgal’s tail wags. A low bark breaks the silence, and it draws a faint crease between Aymeric’s brows: not of suspicion, but of contemplation. He lets him draw near, tilting his head slightly. ]
The hound seems to recognize me. Strange, given we have never met. [ At least, not to his recollection. ]