The look Era pins him with is one of exasperated fondness. There's an amused quirk to her lips and a hint of concern in her eyes, but his query makes her smile a bit broader and nod in answer. It has been quite an enjoyable day so far - Era can't recall ever having the chance to spend a lazy day with any female friends before. It's refreshing, and a lovely respite from her own thoughts.

Though with Aymeric standing in front of her, face flush and skin beading with sweat the inconvenient thoughts come back with a vengeance. No man has any right to be attractive, let alone as unfairly attractive as her friend. Era perseveres though, forcing a blush away and focusing instead on what she came over here for. She tugs on a piece of his shirt, gesturing for him to bend down nearer to her level. The fact that he's sweating means he isn't suffering heat stroke, though given his current choice of outfit it's only a matter of time.

"You're going to get heat sickness in this attire."