[ His ill-fated friend indeed...but he yet lives. Against all the odds stacked against him, Estinien still shone through at the end, and had it not been for Alphinaud and the Warrior of Light's quick actions, he may have truly been done for. They did what Aymeric could not and he will be eternally in their debt for more reasons than this. After parting words with Hraesvelgr, Aymeric's chest feels light even with the weight of Estinien in his arms.
Or, perhaps, in a large part due to it.
Though several Temple Knights offered to take the Azure Dragoon from him, Aymeric denied every request. He is determined to carry his dear friend all the way to the infirmary where he is certain Lucia has rallied the healers to be ready. They will surely be busy due to the battle and all the wounded filing in, yet he would be lying if Estinien was not his highest priority at the moment. Ishgard is still indebted to him in many ways.
So they give him a wide berth, many saluting as he passes. Aymeric keeps his gaze forward for the most, every so often glancing down at Estinien's partially concealed face as if to verify that he really is there. That he is whole. ]
Not too much farther, my friend.
[ He speaks quietly, privately, as carefully ascends the steps to Foundation, trying to avoid jostling Estinien overmuch. ]
[At some point, eventually, when Aymeric would look down, he'd find himself being looked back at. Through half lidded, tired eyes, the dark circles that had always been there seeming just a little deeper now. But as exhausted as that look was, the serenity in it was as clear as day. An expression that had never actually ever seemed to have touched his face before.
He hurt, by the Twelve did he hurt, every limb ablaze, every breath a dull ache, but he still forced himself to move. One hand shifted, and the armored fingers brushed against the side of Aymeric's hand, as if to make certain that this was actually real.]
Even were I not...
[His voice rasped, but the pain only caused him to pause just once, briefly pressing his hand against the other man's.]
[ He had not expected to see that stormy blue gaze look back at him so soon. Aymeric feels his heart skip a beat and stomach leap. The last time--the last time he beheld Estinien he had mere moments before succumbing once again to the wyrm's influence, only to beg for death.
But no longer. He could be his own man again, reclaim his body and take all the needed time to heal wounds, both physical and otherwise. And Aymeric vowed that this time he would be there each step. So he smiles, the warmth of it reaching his eyes, his own hold raising Estinien up just a fraction as if embolden by the dragoon's wakefulness alone. ]
Let us not court such notions so soon after leaving the battlefield. I would much rather look forward to your recovery.
[The simple fact that he could will his arm to move, and it would do so without hesitation, was almost euphoric. A shame he'd not the strength to do more. It was with some measure of quiet frustration that he found he'd have to be satisfied with this small measure of movement, his head rolling to rest against the other man's upper arm.]
I'd ask about your neck...
[But it was plain as day that Aymeric was hearty and hale enough, not a single indication of damage in neither his movement nor his voice, in spite of the violent meeting near Dragonhead Camp. As grim a memory as it was, there was a soft snort from Estinien, the sound as close to a laugh as he'd ever gotten.]
[ That Estinien was aware of each movement that Nidhogg had taken in his body makes Aymeric's heart ache. What true torture to see his own hands, hear a twisted version of his own voice shout out against his comrades. Truly, Estinien deserved no such fate and the wounds inflicted there were not ones to be undone by even the most skilled healers. That would be left up to Estinien himself, yet Aymeric is determined to offer all the aid that he can.
Aymeric shakes his head, wishing he could will away the image entirely. Yet Estinien seems to be in good humor about the incident none-the-less. ]
Aye. Though I admit it had caught me off guard, 'twas the kinder fate.
[ Nothing in comparison to how exhausted the dragoon must be feeling after everything else that has transpired. For all the warmth that Ayemric emits, he does feel the pangs of regret start to seep in despite his best efforts to keep them concealed for Estinien's benefit. ]
...A lesser man would yet be able to speak after such an ordeal. You never cease to amaze me, my friend.
[It was a vile memory, unpleasant in every aspect. He'd tasted the man's blood in his mouth, heard his pained cry. But, he'd also shared a mind with Nidhogg. Looking up at Aymeric, smiling and warm as the wyrm lay dead, stood in direct defiance to the ancient dragon's pure arrogance and wrath. He'd felt the outstanding and overwhelming rage and power of the wyrm, and yet here still stood the other man, practically unscathed.
Practically poetry.
It stood to reason however, that the sensation of it wouldn't be so easily forgotten, nor personally forgiven. But now perhaps was not the time to burden the other man with those darker, more private thoughts.]
Could I not... I'd surely disappoint myself.
[Even if it was only a few words at a time, spoken no louder than a murmur. Now though, his consciousness was starting to fade, the extent of his injuries too great to stay awake for much longer. His hand upon Aymeric's began to falter, his eyes unfocusing.]
Please, should Alphinaud ask after me... Let him know... I'm going to be very upset if his whinging wakes me up.
[ A few words, yes, but each appreciated. Aymeric certainly does not want Estinien to burden himself with the effort should it prove too much, but he most assuredly enjoys the confirmation of his well-being. That they could come to this moment at all feels a gift--a part of him had accepted that Estinien may truly be beyond their ability to save.
Never has he been so glad to be wrong. ]
No one would have thought less of you, yet you insist on being a stubborn fool...and full glad am I for it.
[ Aymeric shifts Estinien's weight ever so, a slight readjustment to make sure that his grip holds fast. The steps up towards Congregation will be the most difficult part, but he is determined to see this through to the end.
For his chiding, Estinien does earn a smile and a light huff of a laugh. ]
Rest, love. We will have Alphinaud take care.
[ That is if Aymeric is at all willing to relinquish his own vigil when the time comes.
...The irony being, of course, that Estinien does wake as soon as Aymeric departs and gives into the boy's requests to see the sleeping dragoon for himself. ]
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Or, perhaps, in a large part due to it.
Though several Temple Knights offered to take the Azure Dragoon from him, Aymeric denied every request. He is determined to carry his dear friend all the way to the infirmary where he is certain Lucia has rallied the healers to be ready. They will surely be busy due to the battle and all the wounded filing in, yet he would be lying if Estinien was not his highest priority at the moment. Ishgard is still indebted to him in many ways.
So they give him a wide berth, many saluting as he passes. Aymeric keeps his gaze forward for the most, every so often glancing down at Estinien's partially concealed face as if to verify that he really is there. That he is whole. ]
Not too much farther, my friend.
[ He speaks quietly, privately, as carefully ascends the steps to Foundation, trying to avoid jostling Estinien overmuch. ]
You will be whole again ere long.
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He hurt, by the Twelve did he hurt, every limb ablaze, every breath a dull ache, but he still forced himself to move. One hand shifted, and the armored fingers brushed against the side of Aymeric's hand, as if to make certain that this was actually real.]
Even were I not...
[His voice rasped, but the pain only caused him to pause just once, briefly pressing his hand against the other man's.]
I could still die here complete.
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But no longer. He could be his own man again, reclaim his body and take all the needed time to heal wounds, both physical and otherwise. And Aymeric vowed that this time he would be there each step. So he smiles, the warmth of it reaching his eyes, his own hold raising Estinien up just a fraction as if embolden by the dragoon's wakefulness alone. ]
Let us not court such notions so soon after leaving the battlefield. I would much rather look forward to your recovery.
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I'd ask about your neck...
[But it was plain as day that Aymeric was hearty and hale enough, not a single indication of damage in neither his movement nor his voice, in spite of the violent meeting near Dragonhead Camp. As grim a memory as it was, there was a soft snort from Estinien, the sound as close to a laugh as he'd ever gotten.]
Bit off more than he could chew.
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Aymeric shakes his head, wishing he could will away the image entirely. Yet Estinien seems to be in good humor about the incident none-the-less. ]
Aye. Though I admit it had caught me off guard, 'twas the kinder fate.
[ Nothing in comparison to how exhausted the dragoon must be feeling after everything else that has transpired. For all the warmth that Ayemric emits, he does feel the pangs of regret start to seep in despite his best efforts to keep them concealed for Estinien's benefit. ]
...A lesser man would yet be able to speak after such an ordeal. You never cease to amaze me, my friend.
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Practically poetry.
It stood to reason however, that the sensation of it wouldn't be so easily forgotten, nor personally forgiven. But now perhaps was not the time to burden the other man with those darker, more private thoughts.]
Could I not... I'd surely disappoint myself.
[Even if it was only a few words at a time, spoken no louder than a murmur. Now though, his consciousness was starting to fade, the extent of his injuries too great to stay awake for much longer. His hand upon Aymeric's began to falter, his eyes unfocusing.]
Please, should Alphinaud ask after me... Let him know... I'm going to be very upset if his whinging wakes me up.
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Never has he been so glad to be wrong. ]
No one would have thought less of you, yet you insist on being a stubborn fool...and full glad am I for it.
[ Aymeric shifts Estinien's weight ever so, a slight readjustment to make sure that his grip holds fast. The steps up towards Congregation will be the most difficult part, but he is determined to see this through to the end.
For his chiding, Estinien does earn a smile and a light huff of a laugh. ]
Rest, love. We will have Alphinaud take care.
[ That is if Aymeric is at all willing to relinquish his own vigil when the time comes.
...The irony being, of course, that Estinien does wake as soon as Aymeric departs and gives into the boy's requests to see the sleeping dragoon for himself. ]