[that sounded more like the lord commander, but even then it's still not enough to set estinien's mind at ease. no, this was still going to go sour and in a small way the dragoon knows there is nothing anyone can do to stop it doing so. he just knows the feeling of a parent figure winding up being a betraying asshole, but it barely compared on this kind of scale. he would maybe speak to aymeric about it later.
the trip back to the lodgings was pretty much uneventful, lucia and estinien's contacts having cleared the way well and truly. a single civilian had crossed their paths and been sent scurrying fast enough by the glare and bared teeth they got from estinien. no-one was going to mess with that and no-one dared ask questions. it was perfect. if only everything else could be solved so neatly. there would be no offer of help from estinien on the way back, or words spoken out loud; it's clear to all and sundry that aymeric won't accept help and they don't need to ask to know it.
it feels like an eternity before they get back to the small base of operations that aymeric had been running. there had been a single moment where estinien had been tempted to just scoop aymeric up and make a mad jump dash for the place. that wouldn't have ended well and estinien knows lucia would have simply gone bald from watching that happen.]
Someone shall fetch you a healer to look you over very soon. [estinien gives no fucks as to if aymeric wants that or not, and as he speaks the words the dragoon stares over at lucia. she should go get the healer. there's only the three of them left in the room and right now there is a silent, unspoken war going on between estinien and lucia as to who should be the one to leave. lucia is the one to crack first, huffing in the dragoon's direction before leaving to find a healer. there's a scowl from the woman promising pain later.
finally. now it was just the two of them and estinien folds his arms and glances over at aymeric. should he say anything at all? it's a rare point in estinien's life where he feels unsure of something and that feeling is the worst, he would turn on it and kill it if he could.] Are you holding up?
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the trip back to the lodgings was pretty much uneventful, lucia and estinien's contacts having cleared the way well and truly. a single civilian had crossed their paths and been sent scurrying fast enough by the glare and bared teeth they got from estinien. no-one was going to mess with that and no-one dared ask questions. it was perfect. if only everything else could be solved so neatly. there would be no offer of help from estinien on the way back, or words spoken out loud; it's clear to all and sundry that aymeric won't accept help and they don't need to ask to know it.
it feels like an eternity before they get back to the small base of operations that aymeric had been running. there had been a single moment where estinien had been tempted to just scoop aymeric up and make a mad jump dash for the place. that wouldn't have ended well and estinien knows lucia would have simply gone bald from watching that happen.]
Someone shall fetch you a healer to look you over very soon. [estinien gives no fucks as to if aymeric wants that or not, and as he speaks the words the dragoon stares over at lucia. she should go get the healer. there's only the three of them left in the room and right now there is a silent, unspoken war going on between estinien and lucia as to who should be the one to leave. lucia is the one to crack first, huffing in the dragoon's direction before leaving to find a healer. there's a scowl from the woman promising pain later.
finally. now it was just the two of them and estinien folds his arms and glances over at aymeric. should he say anything at all? it's a rare point in estinien's life where he feels unsure of something and that feeling is the worst, he would turn on it and kill it if he could.] Are you holding up?