[ A change of subject expressing approval of anything was probably the best he could have hoped for. Taking it as a tacit request, Aymeric shifts onto his side to gather both of Francel's hands in his own.
He's carried bodies, before. If Francel were sound asleep, and Aymeric couldn't feel him breathing, he might wonder if he were lying beside a corpse. ]
Are you feeling well? You're as cold as a Coerthan frost.
[ He raises one hand, brushes Francel's hair aside to press it experimentally against his brow. ]
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He's carried bodies, before. If Francel were sound asleep, and Aymeric couldn't feel him breathing, he might wonder if he were lying beside a corpse. ]
Are you feeling well? You're as cold as a Coerthan frost.
[ He raises one hand, brushes Francel's hair aside to press it experimentally against his brow. ]