Aymeric has never been to Costa de Sol but he's heard enough tales from Era herself to know how beautiful it is, how Xistentia likely can't compare. This realm's shore doesn't do a half bad job, however, at providing some wonderful scenery for the day ahead. He gravitates often to Era, all smiles and the gentlest of giants with the woman could easily end a primal at a moment's notice (and has).

When he's not by her side, he's instead just taking in all the beach has to offer. He was familiar with Coerthas' frozen rivers and lakes, teeming with life beneath the surface but otherwise seemingly stopped in time. It's something else entirely, however, to feel a balmly breeze, water lap at one's feet, and enjoy warm sand squishing between your toes. Simple pleasures they may be but for a man as sheltered as he admittedly has been, he's not about to take them for granted.

The only thing he could think to change is the heat. He's acclimated to a more frigid environment. The scarce amount of skin practically white as snow he's chosen to expose on his arms probably says more about that than he needs to though. At some point, he might even retreat to under a bit of shade when it seems the sun is just bit much. He won't admit to any heat exhaustion, of course, but feel free to call him out on the fact that's probably what he's experiencing.