[ Era and him had discussed things prior; it would be wiser to split up and cover more ground that way. While he didn't like the idea of putting her in harm's way, he also wasn't about to doubt that she was completely capable of taking care of herself. And for as modest a man as he might appear to be, there was absolutely no denying that his experiences as a politician were better suited to the upper caste that Era had described. So it's settled.

He has some Regrets when they're actually in the prison world though. What he's presented with is something far more out of his wheelhouse than he had anticipated. All the colorful flamboyance and lavish living throws him off in the beginning. Still, Aymeric is nothing if not adaptable. He fumbles at first but after only a couple days seems to be situated rather nicely.

It probably helps that he's tall and handsome and has no shortage of options for romantic endeavors. He's technically attached outside of this reality but not opposed to playing the part if he needs to. That's why he's flashing those baby blues at the nearest person available, casual smile on his features with ease. ] What are you having? I'd be happy to order you another one in exchange for just a bit of your time.

[ He might be off the market in reality but he's certainly not rusty at this. ]

[ He's been playing his part. Gathering information and doing what he must to help the Servus class in his own subtle ways. It's all been going rather smoothly, honestly, until he sees the broadcast. It causes quite a commotion. The dragon woman, he hears someone say. While that's inaccurate and he knows it, the man already knows who they're speaking of and finds the nearest screen.

His eyes widen a fraction at what it displays, color draining from his face. It's Era. While he'd always been aware of the possibility of her being injured - home or here - it had done nothing absolutely nothing to prepare him for the way his heart feels like it sinks to his stomach and sits like a rock in his gut, the tension in his muscles that practically make him ache with worry. It hurts him in ways he is having a hard time fathoming to see her hurt in such a way. Her horn fractured, the pain that crosses her face and lingers in her body language after. This isn't part of the plan, he knows, but he has to do something. He can't sit here idly by.

It takes the pulling of a few strings, the money already prepared but she's brought to him once she's had enough time to recuperate. ]

Era, [ he starts, voice not betraying the relief that floods him at the sight of her before (almost) whole. She might not be alright, but he can make this better. He's going to. Before she can even say anything, the man strides over to her. He essentially lifts her up in arms not being exactly mindful of the bruises and aches she might have but hoping that the passionate kiss that graces her lips is apology enough for it. They have a lot to discuss. In a minute. He just needs to have this. He needs to have in his arms, feel that she's real to reassure him that they'll both make it out of this yet. ]

(( ooc: hit me up at puddingandpie for plotting anything in specific or if you have another idea! ))