[For better or for worse, Aymeric hears the rustling from the main room. The cadence of Estinien's footfalls are familiar enough that Aymeric doesn't even begin to worry -- at least not for his physical safety. There is something to be said about how his mind begins to race anew, but a few steadying breaths at least keep him from going too far down that rabbit hole.
He glances once in the mirror, checking to see if he's at least mildly presentable. His hair is tousled in a way that is less artful and more fretful, though after a few swipes of his fingers through it, it's clear that it's not an easily fixed job. At least his cheeks have paled once more, though the very tips of his ears still burn.
It will have to do.
He steps into the room with a small smile and a quick nod. The smell of food is quick to hit him, and it takes only a glance to see that Estinien has provided for them both. It's almost ridiculous, how readily the gesture winds him. Estinien has brought food time and time again, but the new found context of the moment makes it seem all the sweeter.
He turns quickly, busying himself with shifting a few pieces of equipment back and forth, all in an effort to make it seem like he'd clearing a spot for himself. At least if his cheeks are flushed anew, it's out of frustration rather than anything else. He was being ridiculous.
With another steadying breath, and after assuring himself that his composure is once more intact, he turns back to Estinien once more. The smile, at least, comes as easy as ever.]
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He glances once in the mirror, checking to see if he's at least mildly presentable. His hair is tousled in a way that is less artful and more fretful, though after a few swipes of his fingers through it, it's clear that it's not an easily fixed job. At least his cheeks have paled once more, though the very tips of his ears still burn.
It will have to do.
He steps into the room with a small smile and a quick nod. The smell of food is quick to hit him, and it takes only a glance to see that Estinien has provided for them both. It's almost ridiculous, how readily the gesture winds him. Estinien has brought food time and time again, but the new found context of the moment makes it seem all the sweeter.
He turns quickly, busying himself with shifting a few pieces of equipment back and forth, all in an effort to make it seem like he'd clearing a spot for himself. At least if his cheeks are flushed anew, it's out of frustration rather than anything else. He was being ridiculous.
With another steadying breath, and after assuring himself that his composure is once more intact, he turns back to Estinien once more. The smile, at least, comes as easy as ever.]
Welcome back, my friend.