Aurelia
Aurelia's lips shift, smile softening. She's glad to have proven Ray wrong in that regard, no matter how hard a pill it is to swallow that she should have died. It's fair of everyone to think it, she reminds herself. At Ray's interest in her leg, Aurelia chuckles softly. She should have expected as much concern from the herbalist. It was her calling after all. Sighing and relenting, she says, "I actually will need the stitches removed by now, I think. Also... there's still some pain leftover. Makes it hard to walk right. I hope it will go away with time but if you have anything that might help soothe it, make walking easier, that would be a blessing." Something strong, she wants to say, but she would take whatever Ray offered. "I can repay you for the supplies. If there's anything you need, or need replaced..." She hates to ask without offering something in return, grimacing gently at the thought of that.
The mention of Halo running into more difficulty catches Aurelia's attention, but she lets the instinct die. She's not queen anymore, she needn't concern herself with the political side of things. But it would help to get her mind off of a few things. She adjusts to sit more comfortably and settles further into the couch. "That's good," she comments about Ray's wellbeing and forethought, happy to hear that her friend hasn't faced too much noteworthy hardship, and has considered the possibilities of their future. "I'm reminded why I chose you for Torchline's council," she says fondly, reaching out to kindly rest her hand on Ray, be it hand or shoulder (whatever feels right), "you're good for our people."
Leaning back again, she asks with mild curiosity, "What's gone wrong in Halo? Is Warden Aristomache still in power?" She didn't know how much had changed or been uprooted in her absence.
The mention of Halo running into more difficulty catches Aurelia's attention, but she lets the instinct die. She's not queen anymore, she needn't concern herself with the political side of things. But it would help to get her mind off of a few things. She adjusts to sit more comfortably and settles further into the couch. "That's good," she comments about Ray's wellbeing and forethought, happy to hear that her friend hasn't faced too much noteworthy hardship, and has considered the possibilities of their future. "I'm reminded why I chose you for Torchline's council," she says fondly, reaching out to kindly rest her hand on Ray, be it hand or shoulder (whatever feels right), "you're good for our people."
Leaning back again, she asks with mild curiosity, "What's gone wrong in Halo? Is Warden Aristomache still in power?" She didn't know how much had changed or been uprooted in her absence.
What is clear is what is gold
You're only human after all
You're only human after all
