Weapons are not meant to fall ill or get hurt. [ She frowns at the tray on her lap. It's.
Hard.
Very hard, most days, to think of herself as person like everyone else. She doesn't think she's above them - far from it, in fact - but all she's ever known in her life has been being a tool for one cause or another. The Warrior of Light is Hydaelyn's blade. Until the world is safe from the encroaching darkness she is not a person.
That doesn't mean she hasn't improved her mindset over the years. The incident that caused Felih to be all but forced onto her as a retainer was quite the wake-up call to her allies - no longer do they ask favours and make demands of her nonstop. They know her to be fallible now, even if Era does not allow it of herself. And Aymeric and Edmont have always treated her first and foremost as a woman who happens to be a warrior, not the other way around. ]
As awful as it would be for Aymeric to learn the truth of my condition it would be preferable for Lord Edmont worrying himself over me.
[ But if Aymeric were to fall ill then Edmont would worry that he might lose another child, and it would be all Era's fault. Perhaps if she told Aymeric she was ill and requested he not visit her... Aymeric might acquiesce reluctantly, as she so rarely asks things of him. ]
Perhaps I'll inform him, and extract a promise from him that he not allow Edmont to find out, nor that he visit me.
[ Yes. That should work. Right? Everything will be fine and even if Aymeric worries a little bit it's better than Edmont's fretting.
But back on the topic of food -- ]
I did say my appetite had suffered. [ Maybe that's a bit of an understatement, but. Well. It's not a lie. ] If we keep it warm with fire shards I can eat small amounts at more frequent intervals. I know the importance of it, though my stomach is keen to fight with me as of late.
[ Now please take the tray away, Felih, because she is going to have another awful coughing fit and she'd rather not get stew all over everything. Or cough all over you. ]
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Hard.
Very hard, most days, to think of herself as person like everyone else. She doesn't think she's above them - far from it, in fact - but all she's ever known in her life has been being a tool for one cause or another. The Warrior of Light is Hydaelyn's blade. Until the world is safe from the encroaching darkness she is not a person.
That doesn't mean she hasn't improved her mindset over the years. The incident that caused Felih to be all but forced onto her as a retainer was quite the wake-up call to her allies - no longer do they ask favours and make demands of her nonstop. They know her to be fallible now, even if Era does not allow it of herself. And Aymeric and Edmont have always treated her first and foremost as a woman who happens to be a warrior, not the other way around. ]
As awful as it would be for Aymeric to learn the truth of my condition it would be preferable for Lord Edmont worrying himself over me.
[ But if Aymeric were to fall ill then Edmont would worry that he might lose another child, and it would be all Era's fault. Perhaps if she told Aymeric she was ill and requested he not visit her... Aymeric might acquiesce reluctantly, as she so rarely asks things of him. ]
Perhaps I'll inform him, and extract a promise from him that he not allow Edmont to find out, nor that he visit me.
[ Yes. That should work. Right? Everything will be fine and even if Aymeric worries a little bit it's better than Edmont's fretting.
But back on the topic of food -- ]
I did say my appetite had suffered. [ Maybe that's a bit of an understatement, but. Well. It's not a lie. ] If we keep it warm with fire shards I can eat small amounts at more frequent intervals. I know the importance of it, though my stomach is keen to fight with me as of late.
[ Now please take the tray away, Felih, because she is going to have another awful coughing fit and she'd rather not get stew all over everything. Or cough all over you. ]