A part of Aymeric, a large one, wishes he could do more for her than simply sit here and talk. Alas, if he were to so much as loosen her bonds, others would notice and any chance he has at saving her would fly away on the wind. More than likely they would both be branded heretics and killed on the spot. Or taken to Witchdrop for a proper trial. "Proper."
Nervous enough at the pressure upon both of their shoulders, Aymeric latches onto what Ysayle tells him, nodding. This is something he can use. "Good, good," he murmurs, attempting to smile encouragingly at her as he turns over this new information in his head. "We can use that. If we can convince the archbishop that you are a child of Halone gifted a power you are still grasping rather than a heretic, we should stand a chance." She seems to understand the gravity of the situation and so he trusts she will follow the only person who has shown her any kindness during this time.
"The archbishop is a good man. He will see reason," Aymeric continues, though his voice falters slightly, not because he doubts that statement but rather because of his own misgivings. His heritage looms like a noose, ready to either give him what he hopes for or to cast him aside. Whether or not he and Ysayle succeed will depend on how they address their position... and whether or not Archbishop Thordan VII will acknowledge Aymeric's blood.
Regardless, they have a chance and Aymeric feels more hopeful than he did when he climbed into the transport to speak with Ysayle. "No matter what happens, I shall stand at your side. Together, we will weather this storm." After all, in a manner of speaking, his head is now on the line just as much as hers. Yet, even if it were not, he would still be here to give her aid, as that is simply the type of person he has always been.
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Nervous enough at the pressure upon both of their shoulders, Aymeric latches onto what Ysayle tells him, nodding. This is something he can use. "Good, good," he murmurs, attempting to smile encouragingly at her as he turns over this new information in his head. "We can use that. If we can convince the archbishop that you are a child of Halone gifted a power you are still grasping rather than a heretic, we should stand a chance." She seems to understand the gravity of the situation and so he trusts she will follow the only person who has shown her any kindness during this time.
"The archbishop is a good man. He will see reason," Aymeric continues, though his voice falters slightly, not because he doubts that statement but rather because of his own misgivings. His heritage looms like a noose, ready to either give him what he hopes for or to cast him aside. Whether or not he and Ysayle succeed will depend on how they address their position... and whether or not Archbishop Thordan VII will acknowledge Aymeric's blood.
Regardless, they have a chance and Aymeric feels more hopeful than he did when he climbed into the transport to speak with Ysayle. "No matter what happens, I shall stand at your side. Together, we will weather this storm." After all, in a manner of speaking, his head is now on the line just as much as hers. Yet, even if it were not, he would still be here to give her aid, as that is simply the type of person he has always been.