#you didnt specify a ship so i went ham with seikemeric

[ievaxol]

3. Kissing scars and birth marks ? ❤

"My lady." Aymeric murmurs to Seike with a bow, ignoring the pointed looks from the people around them. It's been months since last they met and she looks --- well. Not as haggard as before, maybe, but he cannot help but worry all the same.

"Aymeric," she offers in return, the barest hint of a smile curling her lips. "Formal as ever."

For those unfamiliar with her the words might sound cold, a dismissal; Aymeric knows enough to detect the warm affection underneath.

"A habit that is hard to shake, even among friends," he agrees, gently taking her hand in both of his and lifting it to brush his lips over her knuckles. "I pray you have fared well in your travels."

He says that and yet the evidence is plain on her hands; in the short time it took to kiss her hand he made note of the split knuckles, the fresh scar tissue parading over her hand like a mountain range and the slight tremor in her fingers as he held them.

"I have," Seike says.

Aymeric gives her hand a squeeze of silent reassurance before he drops it and steps back, re-establishing the customary distance between them.