@DeBorel88076 "Ser Speaker!" Emmanellain looks up from pulling on his armor. "Don't...don't say such things. Tarnishing your hard earned reputation with my company is not...I don't wish to think of it, even."
@DeBorel88076 "Oh you know..." He puts on an airy tone. "The slightest bit of intrigue is enough to spark an absolute wildfire of rumors. I would say the entire social structure of the city absolutely thrives on gossip."
@DeBorel88076 Another little huff as the lordling gets out of bed as well, trying to use his hands to comb his hair into order, without success.
"Oh don't play daft, ser."
@DeBorel88076 His ears lower back to a neutral position as he takes in the situation, heaving out a sigh and dropping back down onto his back.
"Gods. Well that's a shot of adrenaline."
@DeBorel88076 "Chores? Wh-" He removes the pillow and blinks blearily at Aymeric, hair all over his face. It takes a few seconds, but eventually his eyes go wide and he sits up, alarmed.
"Oh Fury what!"
@DeBorel88076 The young man's ears briefly wiggle and he squeezes his hands together, beaming. "Yay! Oh, splendid! I shall call upon you first thing on our return!"
@DeBorel88076 "I would love that more than anything! I...I can scarce believe it...what did I do to deserve this? Was it my performance in the Grand Melee?"
@DeBorel88076 Was this some sort of fever dream?
Emmanellain stares for a few seconds, before stepping forward quickly and grasping Aymeric's hand tightly with both hands, eyes wide. "Do you mean it? Truly? This isn't another joke?"
@DeBorel88076 A weak chuckle.
"I'm 26 years old, Lord Speaker. Well past the age that a noble is expected to be at least somewhat dependable. I have no one but myself to blame for my long list of failures and mistakes."