Ysayle. Closing his eyes briefly, Aymeric committed the name to memory, nodding as he reopened his eyes and offered her gentle smile in response. 'Twas a pretty name, though he could not say as much. Instead, he simply offered his mannerisms and calm tone to be as much of a balm for her as she would allow.
The following question was as expected as it was difficult to answer. Aymeric let out a soft sigh in response, knowing that whatever answer he had would not be enough. In truth, he had no full answers, naught that would give her any amount of solace or comfort. All he could grasp was a desperate sort of hope that his words would be enough once they stood in front of the archbishop. The man had yet to so much as acknowledge him and now Aymeric's hopes rested upon the man at least taking into account their shared bloodline. Even if naught were spoken of it, he could hope that it would serve useful.
"You are to be taken to speak with Archbishop Thordan VII," Aymeric began slowly, choosing his words deliberately. There was only so much he could say, after all, and admitting that he had undermined his commanding officer in the middle of a battle operation would not go over well if overheard. "The hope being that your abilities might be used in service to Ishgard. I have been appointed to accompany you and argue in your defense."
More like he was expected to do so because of something that happened outside, some chaos he caused. Truth be told, Aymeric could not find it in himself to regret his actions and though they still were unaware of the end result, he had at least saved her in the interim. That was more than worth the trouble he would be in later.
"What happens after will be up to you."
Her fate was not yet sealed. There was still hope that they could convince the archbishop of her innocence, that she had just been a child who knew no better, who had seen something she did not understand. She was no heretic, no enemy of Ishgard. Of this Aymeric was convinced and he would fight to his dying breath to prove it.
where in the world did the month (two months sfkj) go...
The following question was as expected as it was difficult to answer. Aymeric let out a soft sigh in response, knowing that whatever answer he had would not be enough. In truth, he had no full answers, naught that would give her any amount of solace or comfort. All he could grasp was a desperate sort of hope that his words would be enough once they stood in front of the archbishop. The man had yet to so much as acknowledge him and now Aymeric's hopes rested upon the man at least taking into account their shared bloodline. Even if naught were spoken of it, he could hope that it would serve useful.
"You are to be taken to speak with Archbishop Thordan VII," Aymeric began slowly, choosing his words deliberately. There was only so much he could say, after all, and admitting that he had undermined his commanding officer in the middle of a battle operation would not go over well if overheard. "The hope being that your abilities might be used in service to Ishgard. I have been appointed to accompany you and argue in your defense."
More like he was expected to do so because of something that happened outside, some chaos he caused. Truth be told, Aymeric could not find it in himself to regret his actions and though they still were unaware of the end result, he had at least saved her in the interim. That was more than worth the trouble he would be in later.
"What happens after will be up to you."
Her fate was not yet sealed. There was still hope that they could convince the archbishop of her innocence, that she had just been a child who knew no better, who had seen something she did not understand. She was no heretic, no enemy of Ishgard. Of this Aymeric was convinced and he would fight to his dying breath to prove it.